Ever since being punished by True Person Tianhe last year, Shang Jiping had been following at Wang Liyao's side as an old servant. Nearly a year had passed since then.
Over the course of this year, thanks to the abundant Primordial Water Spirit Qi on Nameless Fragment Island, he had finally broken through the bottleneck that had trapped him for many years at the peak of the sixth level of the Celestial Realm, advancing to the seventh level of the Celestial Realm.
Now, he was already a late-stage Celestial Realm cultivator, his strength more than a single notch greater than it had been a year ago.
At this moment, he stood in the air with awe-inspiring bearing, releasing the full weight of his pressure. The surging pressure instantly stirred the entire stretch of river into rolling waves.
The pressure Du Tiangang had deliberately released was forcibly driven back by him.
"What a powerful aura!"
On the ferry dock and aboard the ferry, more and more onlookers saw Shang Jiping, and all of their hearts shook. Such a powerful figure was actually only an old servant?
"Slaughter Spirit Hand" Du Tiangang also showed astonishment. This old man's aura was actually not the slightest bit inferior to his own.
When had the Changning Wang Clan gained such a formidable expert?
But after the astonishment, an uncontrollable anger surged up in his chest. "Old servant? Good, good, good. This master would like to see just how capable a Wang Clan old servant like you really is."
As his words fell, he likewise soared up, his aura swelling wildly.
At some point, his pair of hands, fair as jade, had taken on a jade-like sheen. They no longer looked like human hands, but more like sculptures carved from white jade.
With an angry shout,