Watching Kong Ji fly away like a meteor, Ning Heyuan's mind went completely blank.
That... that strong? He'd sent a first-rank grandmaster flying ten li with a single palm strike, without even hurting him?!
How had Xiahou Yang managed to trade hundreds, even thousands of blows with Huang Tian back then? Or had Huang Tian grown even stronger over these past few days?
As Ning Heyuan saw it, any first-rank grandmaster struck by that move would have met the same fate.
Could power like that still be called first-rank combat strength?
Could Huang Tian already be nearing the threshold of the Celestial Realm?
Just as Ning Heyuan was silently reeling, Kong Ji came to his senses ten li away in the sky. He stamped his foot, trailing a long white shockwave with a thunderous boom as he flew back toward the training ground.
Boom!
Dust billowed as Kong Ji landed.
Ning Heyuan stepped forward and asked, "Brother Kong, are you hurt?"
Kong Ji gave a bitter smile and shook his head. "No. Not a scratch."
"Then—"
"There's no need to continue the spar. I concede wholeheartedly."
Kong Ji walked up to Huang Tian. After hesitating for several breaths, he finally asked, "Brother Huang, was that just now... a divine manifestation?"
Huang Tian replied, "Almost."
Kong Ji's heart shook. Almost? Then it was on the verge of taking shape. All he lacked was the slightest opening!
Once someone comprehended a divine manifestation, the Celestial Realm was no longer a distant dream. By tempering blood and qi and true qi to perfection, they could enter that realm and enjoy three hundred years of life!
But!
*Wasn't Huang Tian only at the third rank? How could a third-rank martial artist be so close to comprehending a divine manifestation? Countless first-rank grandmasters throughout history