Baili City, the Martial Arts Arena at the City Lord's Mansion.
Xia Ping was practicing his punches. Each fist print came down like a mountain, carrying a suffocating pressure. It seemed as though the whole city trembled, like an ancient ferocious beast awakening.
Quite a few members of the Human Race had gathered nearby to watch.
"Xia is truly terrifying."
"His punches are so powerful. Just watching from the side, I feel like I'm about to be crushed."
"Even in the Holy City, there aren't many martial arts masters like him. He's practically reached the divine."
"As expected, Xia has a great chance of entering the Emperor Realm."
The many generals couldn't stop praising him. Watching Xia Ping practice left them entranced, and they gained a great deal from it. Each punch seemed to contain the power of heaven and earth, resonating with the world.
"This monster really hasn't shown his full strength."
The City Lord, Baili Hu, watched Xia Ping intently. After their earlier contest, he could feel that he had somehow touched the bottleneck of the Emperor Realm. If he spent another ten years training, perhaps he could break through.
But for some reason, he had a strange feeling deep down: even if he really did reach the Emperor Realm, he might still be no match for this man.
"This world is immensely beneficial for condensing divine abilities."
A glint appeared in Xia Ping's eyes. He could feel that, here on the Dragon God Continent, both comprehending and condensing divine abilities were much faster than in the outside world.
In just one day, he had consolidated his late-stage Divine Ability Realm cultivation. He had even made rapid progress, giving many of his divine abilities the power to communicate with heaven and earth. They seemed to be showing the