Ye Fan's golden fist surged with power. With a light swing, the void itself hummed and trembled. He had the illusion that he could take down a True Dragon.
A thousand-meter waterfall cascaded down, its white mist thundering. Ye Fan stood in the pool below and punched upward. The long torrent reversed its flow, hanging inverted like a bolt of white silk.
"A month of seclusion and his cultivation base has broken through; the sacred body is truly terrifying!" Tu Fei clicked his tongue in awe.
Ye Fan raised a massive stone weighing tens of thousands of pounds with one hand, then turned sideways and hurled it forcefully. The huge stone rapidly diminished in size as it soared into the sky.
At the horizon, a flock of wild geese flew past, only to be struck down by the stone.
