Outside the commander's grand tent, Yan Ming, Li Huai Sheng, and others stood solemnly, their eyes fixed on the violently shaking tent. Yan Ming's face was etched with shock and worry.
The tent flaps billowed like a ship's sail in a gale, sounding as if they might be torn to shreds at any moment.
A heart-pounding pressure filled the air, and a repressed, low growl, like that of a trapped beast struggling, could be faintly heard from within the tent. If Chen Sheng hadn't given strict orders for no one to approach, Yan Ming would have likely rushed in without a second thought.
Only Li Huai Sheng, after his initial shock, had a flicker of understanding in his eyes. He stared intently at the constantly bulging ox-hide tent, sensing the familiar yet strange fluctuations of Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi. A stunning thought exploded in his mind:
'The Master... is actually breaking through to the Innate Realm!'
He was no ordinary, ignorant Martial Artist.
