Jinlun Fawang looked as though he were staring at a monster. "You're definitely not at the heaven-man realm early stage. How could you have broken through so quickly?"
In the Extreme Northern Bitter-Cold Land, he had narrowly escaped death several times before finally managing to comprehend this palm technique.
It was incomparably fierce and powerful, and impossible to evade.
Even Shifting Flowers, Connecting Jade could not redirect his palm force.
He had been confident that this palm strike rivaled the mid stage of the Heaven-Man Realm in power. An Heaven-Man Realm Early Stage expert was certain to lose.
Yet he was the one who had lost. There was only one possibility: Lin Lang had already reached the heaven-man realm mid stage.
In the distance, a trace of relief appeared on the old eunuch's face when he saw Lin Lang win.
He could no longer withstand the backlash from Reverse Meridians and closed his eyes.
With the imperial tutor here, Great Ming would have nothing to fear for a hundred years.
"The heaven-man realm mid stage!" Zhao Min's gaze went somewhat blank.
The Imperial Preceptor, invincible in her eyes, had actually lost-to Lin Lang.
When she had learned that Lin Lang had killed Ye Gucheng, she had already found it unbelievable.
But now the Imperial Preceptor was saying that Lin Lang had reached the heaven-man realm mid stage. It was utterly inconceivable!
Lin Lang was only in his early twenties. They were the same age and both practiced martial arts. How could the gap between them be so great?
The martial experts from Prince of Ruyang's Manor whose acupoints Lin Lang had sealed all gaped in astonishment.
Had those words not come from the Imperial Preceptor himself, they would never have believed them.
They could not even muster the slightest jealousy.