"How is this possible?" The White-Haired Middle-Aged Man's pupils contracted at the sight, horror flashing in his eyes.
His punch, unleashed after absorbing Heaven and Earth Spiritual Power, struck with the force of a motorcycle crash. He had once used that very power to kill a peak Black Tier martial artist with a single blow.
But now?
His mountain-moving strike had landed on Jun Wangchen, only to prove as futile as an ant trying to shake a tree?
"Everyone, this young man is definitely not a Black Tier martial artist. Go all out!" Yang Sanyuan's expression turned grave, as though he had encountered an enemy unlike any he had ever faced.
He reached into the air, power surging wildly from his entire body. The surrounding cold gathered at an astonishing speed, forming several spheres of ice that hovered around him before transforming into Ice Dragons.
"Go!"
At his low shout, several Ice Dragons soared as if reaching for the moon, their long cries ringing through the air as they swept toward Jun Wangchen from every direction.
At the same time, the White-Haired Middle-Aged Man strode forward. The ground beneath his feet sank deeply, unable to withstand his terrifying strength.
Facing the Ice Dragons converging on him, Jun Wangchen made no attempt to dodge. He suddenly stamped his foot, and an imposing aura seemed to envelop him.
He quietly extended both hands and traced circles in the air, as though feeling an invisible ball. His movements seemed to blend with the wind, becoming soft and gentle, yet they gave the impression that limitless power lay hidden within, ready to burst forth at any moment.
The instant he raised his hands, Jun Wangchen's entire presence seemed to rise to a higher plane. One foot traced an elegant, otherworldly arc across the ground.