"Hahaha! So the Human Race's former number one prodigy only has this much skill? I thought you were stronger than this, but this is all you've got?"
"Hmph. With this little strength, how did you dare stand in my way?"
Lu Yun sneered at Ye Lin, whom he had sent flying with a single punch. Ye Lin was far too weak—he could not even take one punch from him.
That one punch had nearly crippled the fellow. He was far too fragile.
This old bastard's comprehension of fist dao laws has reached a terrifying level. Coupled with the suppression of his realm, I truly am no match for him.
Ye Lin stood in the distance, staring at Lu Yun with an ugly expression.
This old bastard's understanding of laws ran far deeper than his own.
Moreover, the old bastard was a whole major realm above him.
Golden Immortals were divided into Walkers, Venerables, and Saints.
In the end, he was still in the Walker realm, while this old fellow had already entered the Venerable realm, crushing him completely in terms of cultivation.
"Come again! Watch me smash you to death with this punch!"
Seeing Ye Lin standing motionless, Lu Yun burst into laughter and hurled another punch at Ye Lin.
The violent gust of his fist arrived before Ye Lin's face in an instant.
"Nine Heavens Profound Thunder Sword Art, Thunder Escape."
Ye Lin gave a soft shout, and his entire body turned into a mass of lightning that vanished into the Starry Sky.
"This move again? Is running away all you can do now?"
Lu Yun's punch struck empty air, and fury rose within him. Ye Lin was unworthy of being called the Human Race's number one prodigy.
Who exactly had bestowed him with the title of the Human