There was a time. On Emei Mountain, he had thought that Qin Fan's strength was inferior to his own. In the Du Family Hospital, he had believed that Qin Fan's strength was comparable to his. At the peak of Kunlun Mountain, he had assumed that Qin Fan was far superior to him. It was only during the trip to Japan that he realized he wasn't even in the same league as Qin Fan.
And now, in the blink of an eye, Qin Fan had effortlessly obliterated those quasi-Divine Ninjas with his Zen Stick, smashing their heads as if they were watermelons. Only then did Hua Xiaotian truly understand that the difference between him and Qin Fan wasn't just a matter of class, but an uncrossable chasm between heaven and earth.
"Master Qin!!!" Hua Xiaotian cried out in utter shock, his face trembling with disbelief as he stared at the figure holding the Zen Stick.
