"Zhao Ziyu, take a punch from me first!"
After the two faced off for quite a while, Han Yue, whose temperament was lacking, was still the first to raise her delicate pink fist.
Though she held no particular status in the Thunder Sect, what she had learned was one of the Thunder Sect's hidden trump-card martial skills. The power of qi and blood contained in this punch might not have been especially strong.
Yet the Lightning Power carried by her fist was truly tyrannical.
"Lightning... Not right! This isn't a martial skill of the Thunder Sect. A tiny Thunder Sect could not possibly possess a cultivation technique and martial skill that had reached the peak of Saint Grade." Zhao Ziyu had just been about to receive the attack when he stared at Han Yue's fist, a doubtful look appearing in his eyes.
When it came to discernment, even if everyone in the Seven Stars Sect's resting room were added together, they would still be no match for a single Zhao Ziyu.
Qin Shaofeng dared to say that his experience and discernment surpassed Zhao Ziyu's by several streets.
Yet what could not be changed was that he had arrived in the Land of Shining Stars far too recently. As for the cultivation techniques and martial skills of most sects in the Land of Shining Stars, he could not even name them all.
Under such circumstances, even eyes that saw through heaven would not be able to spot the problem.
But Zhao Ziyu was different.
Everything Zhao Ziyu knew originated from the Land of Shining Stars.
The cultivation techniques and martial skills he possessed had incorporated the strongest arts of many, many major powers in the Land of Shining Stars.
For him to see the issue with Han Yue's cultivation technique and