Fang Han leaped from the White Tiger's back, landing lightly on the main road.
He held the Cloud Splitting Sword with its tip angled toward the ground. Empowered by his Inner Qi, the dark cyan blade swirled with a reserved brilliance.
It wasn't blinding, yet no one dared to look at it directly.
Lei Zheng's gaze fell upon Fang Han, sizing him up before glancing at the sword. His voice was hoarse as he spoke:
"Such power... Who in the world are you?"
"Fang Han of the Qingxuan Sect."
Fang Han's voice wasn't loud, but it carried clearly down the empty road.
In that instant, Lei Zheng's pupils contracted violently.
"You're Fang Han? Impossible! How could you possess this level of power?"
Lei Zheng gritted his teeth, his voice tinged with an irrepressible mix of fury and fear.
According to the records, Fang Han was only twenty-one years old. How could he possibly be this strong?
'If Fang Han is already this powerful, have I just been wasting my life all these years?'
