The moment Chen Wansan exchanged blows with Su Xin, gravity and a flicker of battle intent appeared in his eyes.
The Nian Gang did not lack Soul Fusion Realm martial artists. At the very least, each of its vice gang leaders possessed Soul Fusion Realm strength. But why was he able to serve as the Winter Altar Master, the strongest of them all? Nothing else—strength.
Over the years, Chen Wansan had fought countless opponents, but most battles against those of the same realm had ended in near-total domination. This had done little to improve his combat strength.
Yang Spirit Realm martial artists, on the other hand, could greatly enhance his combat prowess, but he was not Su Xin, able to seek out Yang Spirit Realm martial artists everywhere and fight them to the death.
He had experienced exchanges with Yang Spirit Realm martial artists before, such as Jin Jiuyue, the Nian Gang's leader, and the Imperial Court's Divine Might General Lin Zongyue. Yet those had merely been sparring sessions, never life-and-death battles, so Chen Wansan's gains had been limited.
But now, facing Su Xin, he finally rediscovered that stirring, surging battle intent.
His spear swept horizontally, and heaven and earth seemed to split apart. That straight spear became like a mountain-cleaving axe, carrying overwhelming force as it smashed directly toward Su Xin.
Yet Su Xin neither dodged nor retreated. Golden radiance flashed around him as he threw out a punch. The immense force of his physical body tore through the air and collided head-on with Chen Wansan's spear, producing an explosive boom.
The others were slightly dumbfounded at the sight. Su Xin's physical body was this terrifying as well?
Some among them had heard that Su Xin had somehow tricked the Shaolin Temple out of its Indestructible Diamond Divine Skill.