High in midair.
Shi Hou's upward momentum ran out, and his body inevitably began to fall.
His hundred-million-jin physical strength was useless in empty air with nothing to push against.
Seeing the white light enveloping White Tiger fly farther and farther ahead, Shi Hou's eyes widened.
Trying to run?
He reached behind him and hauled the enormous Black Pot beneath his feet.
His thigh muscles bulged. Power flooded both feet, and he stamped down hard.
Boom!
A blast of air swept outward.
Under a stomp backed by a hundred million jin of brute force, the Black Pot gave a muffled hum and actually hung motionless in midair for an instant.
Just that instant.
Shi Hou shot forward.
The Black Pot fell straight down once his feet left it. With a thought from Shi Hou, it spun and flew back beside his ear.
This trick... worked!
Delighted, Shi Hou repeated the process.
Rise, run out of momentum. Place the pot, stomp hard.
Deafening white sonic booms burst one after another in the void. Using this "frog-hop" method that defied every principle of cultivation, Shi Hou plowed a long dragon of turbulent air across the sky, staying doggedly on the white light's tail.
Up ahead.
Still shaken, White Tiger could not resist glancing back.
That one glance nearly made it spit out its last mouthful of heart's blood.
That dark-skinned, savage cook, like some demonic god, was stomping on a black pot and hopping toward it through the sky with a relentless clang-clang.
Every hop detonated a white ring of sonic shock waves behind him.
He was actually a little faster than the Void-Crossing Runes its elder had left it!
"A lunatic. He's absolutely a lunatic."
White Tiger reeled in the wind.
What sort of human prodigy traveled like this?
Hopping on