Feng Haiyang's face showed a hint of surprise; he didn't expect the power of Zhang Yan's punch to be so immense.
Yet, a sense of pride rose in his heart; being a Nascent Soul Third Realm Cultivator, how could he possibly retreat in front of a Nascent Soul First Realm Cultivator? Having already made a move, he decided to weigh the true measure of its power.
He let out a shout, stirring up the Ten Thousand Tribulation Water, and in an instant, countless raging waves surged, covering the sky and earth, as foul air and turbid waves surrounded him, rendering the sky overcast and the earth gloomy.
Zhang Yan, watching the Tribulation Water pressing in from all directions, immediately felt the pressure rise significantly, yet his Power Dao Body was the least intimidated by such contests. Just as he was about to act, a thought crossed his mind: "Feng Haiyang's tactics surely don't end here. If I were him, there would definitely be follow-up moves."
