"Emperor Level? Just Emperor Level and yet can block your spear?" Yan Beihan was amazed. How is this possible?
"Yes."
Duan Xiyang slowly said: "At the time, I was attacking seven people with my spear, killing seven with one strike. All seven were heavily wounded. As I launched the spear and my arm swung, one suddenly leaped up and blocked my spear light. It was blocked, for almost an incalculable fraction of time. Then he was blown to pieces!"
"But didn't he still die? It means he didn't block it!" Yan Beihan said in confusion.
"But because of that tiny fraction of time, Xue Fuxiao arrived, and the other six survived. So this spear strike, count it as blocked by him!"
Duan Xiyang's eyes carried a cold light of reminiscence, as if he once again saw that man from back then, in that dilapidated temple, leaping from the statue, burning his life and soul.
That man's cultivation, in the eyes of my then-self, was not even as good as an ant.
