Lin Tian pulled back, his face utterly serious.
He had given everything he had against Ancestor Kunpeng's strike, yet he had still been driven back.
Had he not cultivated the Nine-Revolution Mystic Art and already brought his physical cultivation into the Quasi-Saint Realm, that single strike would likely have severely wounded him.
The Nine-Revolution Mystic Art held boundless mysteries. It was a body-tempering art passed down by Great God Pangu himself.
During the War of the Investiture of the Gods, Yang Jian had cultivated the watered-down Eight-Nine Arcane Art, yet he could withstand the Heaven-Flipping Seal with his bare body. That alone showed how formidable his physique had been.
The present Lin Tian was countless times stronger than Yang Jian had been back then, and the art he cultivated was even more profound. Only because of that had he withstood Ancestor Kunpeng's full-powered strike.
Lin Tian retreated in disarray, his heart brimming with vigilance.
The surrounding cultivators, however, already had their jaws on the floor!
Everyone familiar with Ancestor Kunpeng knew how sinister and ruthless he was. His Kunpeng Sky-Splitting Strike was also a supreme art that had made his name long ago.
Its offensive power was terrifying, enough to destroy heaven and earth!
Yet now, Lin Tian, an early Quasi-Saint, had blocked the attack of Ancestor Kunpeng, who stood at the Quasi-Saint Peak.
Every cultivator could only marvel. The toughness of Lin Tian's body and the monstrous extent of his strength were truly beyond belief.
Ancestor Kunpeng's expression also grew more solemn. He had thought a single strike would finish Lin Tian, but now it seemed he would have to show some real ability to deal with him!
"Ten Sky-Splitting Strikes!"
A cold gleam flashed through Kunpeng's eyes. His formidable aura erupted, its terrifying pressure spreading in every direction