An Overwhelming Victory, a Teacher's Identity Exposed

The iron fist, as large as a soup bowl and charged with Soul Power, slammed straight into Yu Tianheng's chest with the force of a thunderbolt!

This time, Tang Shan unleashed every last ounce of strength afforded by his Seeing the Divine-level control. His fist tore through the air with a piercing shriek, making the air around him tremble.

Boom!

Yu Tianheng instantly lost his balance and was hurled away by an irresistible force! He crashed to the ground with a heavy thud. His body scraped violently through the dirt, gouging out a trench more than three feet wide and seven meters long.

As he hurtled backward, the flying earth piled into a slope behind him. Thick blue-violet arcs of lightning raced wildly across his body, but could not stop him. They scorched several blackened streaks along both sides of the trench.

Only when the earth behind him had piled up to his waist, forming a small mound, did his momentum finally die. Yu Tianheng came to a complete stop.

"Cough, cough!"

A thin trail of crimson blood ran slowly from the corner of his mouth.

Yu Xuancang frowned slightly. Yu Tianheng was the sect master's grandson, after all. He was about to go help him up when Yu Tianheng stood on his own.

Since when was Tian Heng this tough? Yu Xuancang looked at the absurd seven-meter trench, then at Yu Tianheng, who seemed almost fine. He began to doubt his own eyes.

Yu Tianheng ignored Yu Xuancang, who had come over and was staring at him in disbelief. He brushed the dust from his clothes, glanced down at the mound behind him, then looked at Tang Shan. Knowing Tang Shan had held back at the end, he said loudly, "Tang Shan, I admit it. I lost this time.