"Not bad, not bad."
The White-Clothed Elder had taken Xia Ping's palm strike. Looking at him with great admiration, he said, "You're only at the ninth level of the Martial Apprentice Realm, yet you can already unleash such powerful moves and cultivate the Five Forms Fist to the point of perfection. Truly remarkable."
He paused, his eyes fixed on Xia Ping. "But what's even more remarkable is that, despite being only in the Martial Apprentice Realm, you've already opened a tiny part of your Baihui acupoint and cultivated spiritual power."
"It seems your soul is exceptionally powerful—far stronger than an ordinary person's."
What?!
Xia Ping was startled. Just from a single punch, the old man seemed to have seen right through him. The old man's perception was terrifying.
"Surely not. He's only in the Martial Apprentice Realm, yet he's already cultivated spiritual power? How... how is that possible?" The group of men in black behind them were all stunned, staring at Xia Ping in disbelief.
They had seen plenty of eighteen-year-old Martial Artist Realm experts. After all, this world was full of geniuses, and if one was willing to pour enough resources into them, reaching the Martial Artist Realm wasn't difficult.
But cultivating spiritual power while still in the Martial Apprentice Realm wasn't something that could be achieved by piling on resources. It required an exceptionally monstrous level of talent.
"That's right. I have indeed cultivated spiritual power," Xia Ping admitted.
Hearing this, the White-Clothed Elder smiled. "As expected, your soul is exceptionally powerful. By the way, how far can your spiritual power reach right now?"
He looked at Xia Ping with curiosity.
"I haven't measured it carefully, but about a hundred and twenty meters, I think. It might reach farther if I use all my strength," Xia Ping replied.