The outcome of the battle was that Yue Yang had been knocked to the ground.
Being knocked down was an experience Yue Yang had gone through not ten thousand times, but at least ninety. Ever since Purple Gold Marquis, every powerful enemy Yue Yang had encountered on his path of growth had been no easy opponent, and every battle had been bitter. More often than not, after a grueling fight, the unkillable transmigrator could only luck into a miserable victory. His body had never once come through intact. If not for the purification and perfect self-healing of the Nirvana Flame, he would probably have had more scars than there were stars in the sky.
So, being outmatched by an opponent and knocked flat by a heavy blow was something Student Yue Yang had experienced far too many times.
But.
Never had it been like today.
After being knocked down by the mysterious man in a single move, Yue Yang no longer had the strength to struggle! He had not fainted; his mind was even exceptionally clear. Yet he simply could not control his body and stand up again, much less fight! Yue Yang was certain that this had been caused by some law ability of the mysterious man, or perhaps he had been cowed by the immense might of the mysterious man's divine spark. As a transmigrator who had glimpsed the Divine Rank and repeatedly resonated with the realm of Sacred Supreme through Empress Fei Wenli and ancient inheritances, he understood very clearly the gap between himself and the mysterious man.
It was the enormous gulf between a quasi-Divine Rank warrior and a Sacred Supreme... a heavenly chasm that no power and no will could bridge or erase.
At the same time, it was the difference between a mortal and