Before Liu Ling could react, the surge of soul power erupted the instant it rushed into his body.
Thud, thud, thud...
A succession of dull thuds echoed through Liu Ling's mind, and his face grew paler with every one.
"You..."
Feeling the heavy blows battering his mind, Liu Ling's expression changed drastically. At last, a trace of fear surfaced in his eyes.
Liu Ling pointed at Su Tian, but just as he was about to speak, a wave of weakness suddenly swept through his body.
The next moment, almost without warning, Liu Ling's legs gave out, and he dropped straight to his knees.
Before him, Su Tian stood with his hands clasped behind his back, his handsome face as calm as ever as he gazed down at Liu Ling.
It was just as Su Tian had said: Liu Ling was the one who should kneel.
Though it took time to describe, all of this happened in mere moments.
Only then did Nalan Yanran recover from the pair's invisible clash. Looking at Liu Ling kneeling on the ground, her lovely face filled with shock, and she could not help lightly covering her red lips with her delicate hand.
The astonishment in her beautiful eyes was enough to show just how unexpected she found this.
His soul power is actually this strong. Even Liu Ling...
As far as Nalan Yanran knew, Liu Ling stood among the best of his generation in both alchemical talent and soul power.
In all these years, she had never seen Liu Ling lose to someone his own age.
Much less had she seen him defeated on the spot in such a direct, overwhelming manner, even forced to kneel before his opponent.
Although Nalan Yanran knew Liu Ling had not done so willingly, that only further demonstrated how