Forcing a Retreat

Just as Xiao Chenyang was throwing his weight around, his face full of arrogant delight, Shen Changchuan, behind him, did not stand there and watch.

Instead, he stepped straight out.

As fellow disciples, and since his relationship with Senior Brother Hong was fairly good, he naturally could not let Senior Brother Hong Yang be humiliated and suppressed by that man like this.

And as a disciple under their master, he could not lose face no matter what.

What was more, back then, Shen Changchuan and the other party had a grudge between them.

As Shen Changchuan walked out, the people around him, who had been discussing animatedly, all fell silent and made way for him.

Countless gazes gathered from all around.

Shen Changchuan's expression was calm, his steps steady, as he slowly walked to Hong Yang's side.

His gaze turned to Xiao Chenyang opposite him, his eyes tranquil, giving nothing away.

Looking at this former enemy, Shen Changchuan's heart stirred slightly.

When they had last met several years ago, the other party seemed to have been only around the late Eighth Level of Out-of-Body Realm, or perhaps at the Eighth Level Peak.

Now, his cultivation had already risen to the Ninth Level Peak.

Such progress could already be considered quite good.

One had to know, back then, after experiencing the opportunity of the Spirit Transformation Pool and advancing to the Eighth Level of Out-of-Body Realm, Shen Changchuan's own plan for the future had merely been to advance to the Ninth Level of Out-of-Body Realm as much as possible before the Joint Grand Competition.

The road through the later stages of the Out of Body Realm was not so easy to walk.

Crossing an entire level in several years

clearly meant

the other party's aptitude was probably decent.

However, regarding this,