Physical cultivation was not the same as Dou Qi cultivation.
Even if someone probed deep into Zhou Changqing's body with Soul Power, they could at most discover that his flesh was extraordinary and his blood vitality powerful.
As for exactly how powerful he was, no one could judge accurately without experiencing it firsthand.
Thus, Yuan Gaolang had never witnessed his physical strength, nor had he probed inside his body with Soul Power. At most, he could see through his Dou Qi cultivation.
But the strength of a Seven-Star Dou Huang should have been all but irrelevant to him.
Why had he set his sights on me?
It was also possible that Yuan Gaolang possessed some secret technique that could accurately gauge a person's strength.
Judging by his current behavior, however, that possibility was extremely slim, perhaps even nonexistent.
Still, none of that mattered anymore.
"You have a keen eye, Brother Gao. I do have a few trump cards, but whether they're enough for me to face you without fear remains to be tested."
"As for willingly offering myself up, let's leave that until later. If I'm no match for you, I'll surrender. Otherwise, there'll be no need."
Zhou Changqing shook his head slightly and replied with a smile.
At his words, Yuan Gaolang smiled and nodded, extending a hand in invitation. "Well reasoned. Then, Brother Zhou, please."
With that said.
The two simply stared at each other.
A few seconds later.
Both figures vanished at once!
The next instant.
They appeared above the palace, fist meeting palm!
Bang!
Their ferocious powers collided, unleashing terrifying shock waves that compressed the surrounding air into surging waves, shaking space itself!
Feeling the pure, terrifying strength erupting from his opponent's fist.
Yuan Gaolang had already lost his earlier easygoing composure. His expression shifted, and