Wrong! Dead Wrong!

Time seemed to freeze in that instant.

"..."

The fury on Tang Lie's face instantly froze, then turned into utter shock and bewilderment.

Instinctively, he poured Soul Power into his body again, the muscles in his arm bulging as he tried to pull back the Clear Sky Hammer—or at least force it down. Yet the hammer did not budge!

"How... is this possible?!" Tang Lie's mind went blank.

Though this strike had not been augmented by a soul skill, he had attacked in fury, using nearly the physical strength and Soul Power infusion of a Title Douluo. Its weight was surely more than ten thousand jin.

Even a defense-type Title Douluo of the same rank would never dare receive it so casually with one hand!

Much less... pinch it between his fingers?

Beside him, Tang Xun's pupils abruptly shrank to pinpoints. For the first time, intense shock appeared on his usually calm, rigid face.

He understood the weight behind that strike even better than Tang Lie did!

Elder Seven had a fiery temper, and his strength ranked among the best of his generation in the sect. With that plain, brute-force smash, even ordinary level ninety-one or ninety-two Title Douluo would have to avoid its edge and use technique to deflect it.

And Xiao Yin... had caught it one-handed?

And so effortlessly?!

Was this truly physical strength a human could possess?

Even those Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beasts renowned for their strength after taking human form were probably no stronger than this, right?

Could the rumors have been wrong? Was Xiao Yin actually... a terrifying ferocious beast wearing human skin?

Tai Tan, Niu Gao, and Bai He were even more dumbfounded, their jaws nearly hitting the ground.

They knew their Hall Master was powerful and unfathomable, but hearing about it and witnessing it