Seeing the white-robed man standing on the Ice Luan's back, his face brimming with arrogance as he looked down on him from above, Chen Changming's lips twitched into a cold smile.
He had killed more Fusion Realm cultivators than he could count on one hand.
Someone with the white-robed man's cultivation ranked among the very lowest of the souls who had died at his hands, barely worth remembering.
"So what if I am?"
Chen Changming gave a disdainful sneer.
Before his words had faded, a cold gleam flashed in his eyes. He stamped down and shot forward like a bolt of black lightning tearing through the sky, swinging his fist straight at the white-robed man.
Purple light and black mist intertwined over his fist as he drove it toward the man's face. Wherever the wind of his punch swept past, space twisted into ripples visible to the naked eye.
He held nothing back in this punch, unleashing his full strength.
Chen Changming wanted to know just how far he could go against an ordinary first-layer Fusion Realm cultivator now that his strength had risen again after his journey to the Great Void Grotto-Heaven.
Would he be sent flying like a kite with its string cut by a casual blow, just as he had been when facing Jade Sword True Person?
The reason he considered this man "ordinary" was that, so far, he had fought only two first-layer Fusion Realm cultivators.
One was Jade Sword True Person of the Clear Mist Sect, a genuine first-layer Fusion Realm cultivator; the other was Cold Extreme Void of the Great Void Grotto-Heaven.
Cold Extreme Void was the second incarnation of a Mahayana Realm cultivator. The depth of his foundations and the strangeness of his methods were far beyond those of an average Fusion Realm