Could someone really be powerful enough to reach the thirteenth level? No one quite believed it. After all, no one had set foot on the thirty-third level for a very long time.
Qiu Li also believed that Zhao Fu could not make it up there. Even several peerless prodigies of the Yin-Yang Spirit Sect had failed to do so. They were immensely renowned throughout the Spirit Domain; if even they could not accomplish it, how could the man before her possibly do it?
Zhao Fu's goal was to reach the thirty-third level and obtain the Yin-Yang Spirit Pearl. Smiling, he said, "Mm! Then wait and see—and remember what you said."
Qiu Li gave a light snort. "I'll remember. If you can't make it up there, you must remove the restriction inside my body."
Zhao Fu gave a quiet assent and walked toward the twentieth level.
The barrier was now exceptionally thick, almost like a wall. Zhao Fu clenched his fist and threw a powerful punch, shattering the barrier in one blow before stepping onto the stairs leading to the twentieth level.
Once Zhao Fu's figure vanished from the nineteenth level, everyone else began talking at once.
"Who is that guy dressed like a low-level disciple? I wouldn't even be surprised if you said he was a direct disciple. He's so much stronger than us."
"I don't believe he's some low-level disciple either. A disciple couldn't possibly possess such strength—he definitely has some other identity."
"Could he be a disciple secretly cultivated by one of the sect's experts? He's kept his identity hidden all this time and only revealed himself now, intending to shake all four corners of the world?"
"That's possible! His power is simply too great. But unfortunately, nearly all the great powers in the sect have gone to