“I refuse to admit defeat.”
With a thunderous roar, Chi Haohan’s massive body leapt out from the cliffside.
His scriptures glowed faintly, his skin dark red, as though flames burned fiercely within him. “You didn’t break through my defenses, so I haven’t lost yet.”
Everyone present was shocked beyond belief.
The huge man’s defense was incredible—he withstood Tang Wanzhou’s sword and palm attacks and still looked vigorous and alive.
Tang Wanzhou’s eyes sharpened, a cold light flashing from them.
The piercing sound of sword clashing echoed throughout the valley.
The Divine Snow Sword flew out from the ancestral field and settled into his hand.
Chi Haohan quickly retreated, then said, “Enough fighting! Though I don’t accept it, you, a Second Realm practitioner, managed to hold your own so well against me. For now, I recognize you as a Saint Officer. But with your current strength, you definitely aren’t a match for Chu Yutian.”
The five newly breakthrough young experts who had been flung back looked solemn, fully aware of the power gap with a Third Realm martial artist like Tang Wanzhou, and the terrifying strength he possessed.