Upper Yang Grotto-Heaven.
Boom—
Long Xiaofeng's fist slammed down. The man with the saber crashed into the mountainside, blade and all. Broken rock flew, and dust billowed.
Ye Zhengqi, Xie Yang, and the others frowned at the sight, their expressions grave.
"Top-tier grandmaster strength! Just what I'd expect from a descendant of the Eighteen Dragon Heads!" Zhong Yue shook his head. He had long known how strong Long Xiaofeng was, but the sight still astonished him.
That brief exchange had been enough for him to gauge the saber-wielding man's strength.
His saber intent reached the union of heaven and man, and he had undergone no fewer than four blood exchanges.
With both strengths combined, even a veteran grandmaster would have struggled to withstand more than a few strikes.
Yet Long Xiaofeng handled the attacks of both opponents with effortless ease. They were clearly not on the same level.
Once he closed the distance, a single, simple punch was enough to defeat the saber-wielding man.
With a showing like that, he was naturally a top-tier grandmaster.
And in Zhong Yue's judgment, he was no ordinary top-tier grandmaster.
Elsewhere.
Long Xiaofeng knocked away the flying sword that came at him again, then addressed Xie Yang on the hilltop.
"Is this all the path of Primordial Era cultivators can show? I know you can only bring out your true strength inside a Grotto-Heaven World!"
Anger flared in Xie Yang's eyes.
How could he miss the mockery in Long Xiaofeng's voice?
But Jiang Ning had yet to appear. Xie Yang took a deep breath and suppressed his rising anger.
If he activated the grand formation now and Jiang Ning noticed, he would lose his chance to defeat him.
To be the last one standing, Xie Yang steadied himself, then called out, "Brother Long, you're