The shadows swirled around, and the flat ground erupted with thousands of startling rainbows, pouring down like a rain of arrows. Xu Qi stood calmly in the void, his Fist Gang not yet exhausted. He gazed at the figure holding up the Bright Hall, illuminating the vast heavens, and felt a trace of harmless... expectation in his heart.
Perhaps it was because no one had ascended the Great Heavenly Mountain for too long, the feeling of solitude had gradually set in. In the past, Wei Gang had challenged three times, each time stronger than the last, but it was still within three steps. Yin Sword Mountain's Sword Armor ascended the Great Heavenly Mountain, saying "Let's discuss the Dao, fellow cultivator," with words that still held a bit of courtesy, ending with a self-retreat after one step. Those other martial geniuses who climbed the mountain to either make a name for themselves or for other purposes were even more cautious, finding it hard enough to stand firm in front of him.
