"I was actually knocked back?"
After steadying himself, the Eighth Elder stared fixedly at Chen Changming opposite him, his eyes filled with disbelief and shock.
As a body cultivator at the second layer of the Fusion Realm, he had practiced the Blood Dragon Overlord Body Art for thousands of years and ranked among the best of his peers. How could a junior in the Void Refinement Realm have knocked him back with a single punch?
Could this man's strength be not merely on par with the Ninth Elder's, but a cut above it?
In the distance.
The Ninth Elder, who had witnessed the Eighth Elder being knocked back, stared with eyes even wider, his face full of disbelief. He could not help blurting out, "How is that possible? If he had the strength to knock the Eighth Elder back, he could have stopped me from leaving when we fought in that valley. Why did he let me go?"
"This man is skilled at concealing his strength. We must not be careless."
The Seventh Elder narrowed his eyes and spoke gravely, his gaze sharp as a blade, fixed unwaveringly on Chen Changming's every subtle movement.
He had already prepared himself in secret-if the Eighth Elder could not subdue Chen Changming, he would join the battle without hesitation, and together they would take this man down as quickly as possible.
My strength really has improved considerably...
Watching the Eighth Elder reel backward, Chen Changming felt a surge of exhilaration.
Although the Cold Marrow Ice Soul Dragon had taken half of that drop of dragon blood, the remaining half had been enough to bring his cultivation firmly from the fourth layer to the fifth layer of the Void Refinement Realm. Both the toughness of his body and his explosive power had increased significantly.