Grandmasters Lie in Wait

That day, after Fang Han cleared out yet another gathering point of earthly essence, something changed.

Stimulated by the surging energy, he finally advanced to the Astral Qi Realm.

If a True Qi Realm martial artist could barely gather his power into a thin protective veil, then at the Astral Qi Realm, that power underwent a qualitative transformation. It could become the sharpest extension of its wielder's body.

With a thought, astral qi could condense into a sword that cut through anything or become a blade that split mountains and stone.

So fierce and domineering was astral qi that shattering stone from afar was nothing remarkable.

That was why an Astral Qi Realm expert's terrifying destructive power far surpassed that of a True Qi Realm fighter. It was enough to found a school. "Next comes the Grandmaster Realm."

Fang Han was still immersed in the insights from his breakthrough.

Suddenly, something changed!

An inexplicable sense of mortal danger surged through him without warning.

Every hair on his body stood on end. A prickling ran down his back as his instincts screamed a warning.

Deadly peril seemed to be closing in fast.

"This is... a premonition. A martial artist's instinctive warning!"

Fang Han narrowed his eyes, but he did not leave. He stood where he was and quietly waited for the danger to arrive.

Before long, he sensed a figure streaking through the sky toward him.

Though the newcomer had deliberately restrained his aura, Fang Han could still clearly sense the terrifying pressure unique to the Grandmaster Realm.

Fang Han was about to call out and test him.

But the newcomer showed no intention of talking.

A fierce wind churned overhead, and the phantom of a brilliantly striped tiger demon beast with wings sprouting from its ribs took shape in the