Who Will Win?

Ao Fang was a third-level High Immortal. With one grab, he seized Zhou Cheng by the shoulder.

After gripping Zhou Cheng's shoulder, a smug look appeared on his face. He pressed down with both hands. "Kneel!"

Just as everyone thought Zhou Cheng would be forced to his knees, they saw him remain utterly unmoving, standing tall like a colossal mountain. Even his blue robe did not so much as flutter.

Zhou Cheng looked at the other man calmly. "With that little milk-sucking strength of yours, you've got the nerve to make me kneel?"

Milk-sucking strength!

Ao Fang's face flushed crimson at those words.

Yet no matter how hard he tried, he could not budge Zhou Cheng in the slightest.

The people present exchanged glances, all stunned.

At that moment, Zhou Cheng shook his shoulder. Ao Fang was instantly sent flying backward, vomiting blood wildly without end in midair.

"Young Master!" The Dragon Clan experts' expressions changed drastically. One of them shot into the air and caught Ao Fang. Even so, the impact forced him to stagger back again and again, all the way to the foot of the wall at the edge of the rear courtyard.

With every step he took back, a deep footprint was left in the ground.

Everyone was utterly shocked at the sight.

That Dragon Clan expert was a seventh-level High Immortal, yet even he had been forced back?

What was going on?

"Th-this, am I seeing things? Isn't this brat supposed to be only at the peak of tenth-level Heavenly Immortal?" an Undying Clan expert said in shock.

Since Zhou Cheng had not concealed his aura, everyone present could tell that he was merely at the peak of tenth-level Heavenly Immortal.

A peak tenth-level Heavenly Immortal sending a third-level High Immortal flying was already shocking