The Cyan Cloud Platform was not as grand as the Heaven-Stepping Sect's God-Proving Platform, being only about half its size.
Chang Qianxun lunged forward, arriving in an instant.
Then, he threw a punch.
He didn't use any Cultivation Techniques or martial skills. It was simple and direct.
However, the aura of death grew stronger.
Lin Hao didn't dare to be careless. He met the attack with his own fist.
Their fists met in mid-air with complete silence.
But a moment later, a violent roar echoed from the surrounding rock walls, and large chunks of stone broke off and tumbled down.
On the Cyan Cloud Platform, Lin Hao stumbled back three steps before steadying himself. Chang Qianxun, however, stood as unmoving as a mountain, his face icy, like a statue.
Without using any Cultivation Techniques or martial skills, this was the first time Lin Hao had been at a disadvantage.
Not only that, but the blood and qi within Lin Hao were churning.
