Wang Chong had no idea how much potential he had squeezed out of himself. He could even feel that the Army-Breaking Bodhisattva Aspect was beginning to fail to draw forth any more True Qi, yet the storm swirling around Zhao Feishang showed no sign of weakening. Its might remained undiminished.
He hardened his heart, cut down the flicker of defeat that had just arisen, and summoned his courage to attack again.
By now, shouts were rising one after another. Wen Chan'er, Li Kerang, Dong Qing, Xuangang, Wuzhumuqin, Green-Faced Biao Yang Tiehu, Sun Ji, Gan Ci, Huang Xiao, Jiang Wenyue, and the other generals were coming. Zhao Feishan no longer intended to hold back either. He meant to kill the Prince of Yan before all Wang Chong's helpers arrived. With a deep, powerful shout, he declared, "You can be proud of yourself, Prince of Yan, for forcing me to use my Heaven-Shattering Earth-Crushing Three Great Ultimate Forms."
Wang Chong stared at this peerless master and said calmly, "It was no easy feat for you to force me to advance to Great Grandmaster either, State Preceptor Zhao!"
Zhao Feishan burst into involuntary laughter. He was just about to say, "Do you think becoming a Great Grandmaster is easy?" when he saw Wang Chong's presence climbing steadily. His entire being seemed to settle into heaven and earth, merging with some mysterious force hidden within them. It was precisely the sign of advancement to Great Grandmaster.
Zhao Feishan dared not delay any longer and abruptly drove out a punch. Wang Chong soared skyward, graceful as a crane, changing direction nine times in midair to evade the punch Zhao Feishan had believed would surely kill him. The Turkic State Preceptor was deeply shaken. At that moment, he knew full well that this Prince of Yan