"Bang!"
With a tremendous crash, their attacks collided.
The sight of Tang Yan being sent flying by a palm strike never came. He merely stepped back half a pace... and that was all!
"Tang Yan is actually at Xiantian Ninth Grade!"
"A Xiantian Ninth Grade actually withstood an attack from a Third Grade King Rank? Is Tang Yan really that terrifyingly powerful?"
The onlookers were dumbstruck, staring at the scene before them in disbelief.
Shen Shan's heart surged even more violently. When he first met Tang Yan, Tang Yan had still been a Profound Tier martial artist. In little more than a year, Tang Yan had shot straight up to Xiantian Ninth Grade at an utterly inconceivable pace.
Had Tang Yan come from a top lineage, he could have understood it, but Tang Yan had come from the Lower Plane!
In an age when quality resources were monopolized and divided among the major powers, a child of humble origins hoping to rise above the crowd was no different from a fool babbling about dreams.
Yet Tang Yan, single-handed and alone, had galloped so far ahead that he left all the Northern Spirit Realm's geniuses trailing in his dust.
There was no knowing just how rough his journey had been.
But if one looked closely, surely the whole road had been flashing blades and sword shadows, bloody rain and murderous winds.
Ye Liangchen's heart pounded, and intense fear flashed through his eyes.
A Xiantian Ninth Grade who was no weaker than a Third Grade King Rank-Tang Yan was actually this terrifying, and he had tried to make an enemy of him? Surviving their last encounter had truly been sheer luck.
Ming Ze's eyes were likewise filled with inexplicable horror. The dark blue that had appeared within Tang Yan's palm technique carried