“Who is it? Could it be Li Yan...”

An Qisheng's heart jumped, but he quickly calmed down.

Li Yan was rational and alert, knowing that if something was impossible, he wouldn't pursue it so quickly.

Steadying himself, he looked up and saw a figure standing quietly in the dim moonlight beneath the night sky, hundreds of meters away.

"A foreigner?"

An Qisheng's eyesight was excellent, and he could see clearly in the dim moonlight.

It was a tall white man, nearly two meters in height, with long arms and legs, and a pair of bright blue eyes that shone in the moonlight.

He stood silently in the moonlight, in perfect harmony with the surrounding environment, as if he hadn't come here, but was meant to be there.

This feeling was somewhat familiar to him.

It seemed similar to the aura of Juechen Daoren and Xue Zheng.

"To be able to cultivate to this level in such a desolate place? Not bad, not bad at all."

Tong Zhengyang looked at the newcomer, a hint of surprise in his voice:

"Your skill in concealing your whereabouts is also quite good."

"Blood energy like a dragon, what a powerful body!"

Under the moonlight, the white man cupped his hands in the distance, speaking in fluent Da Xuan language:

"My name is Potter, from the distant Empire of the Never Setting Sun. Greetings, extraterrestrial sir."

Normally, at a distance of several hundred meters, the sound would inevitably be distorted and blurred.

But Potter's voice was not loud, yet extremely focused, crossing the night wind over hundreds of meters, still clear and loud.

It was as if he was speaking right next to their ears.

"Extraterrestrial?"

Tong Zhengyang savored the word, nodding slightly:

"According to your terminology, that's not wrong to say."

He had learned a lot about the common knowledge of this world through the Soul Seizing Technique, but it wasn't comprehensive; he only had a slight understanding.

However, this word was easy to understand.

Potter?

An Qisheng remembered who this person was.

When Mu Longcheng came to power, he thoroughly purged the masters who opposed him in the Beggar Dao Association, and in the following thirty years, he collected a batch of experts.

Including himself, there were three leaders in total.

This Potter seemed to be the second leader of the Beggar Dao Association.

Legend had it that he was a master who had achieved great success in Gang Jin (勁, inner force), but now it seemed that he was more than just that...

"It's a true honor to meet you, sir."

Potter's eyes were bright, even more dazzling than the moonlight:

"For more than ten years, I have been searching for power beyond the mundane. It seems I have finally found it."

As the foreigner spoke, a wave of heat washed over them.

In An Qisheng's perception, the foreigner named Potter was like a blazing furnace, his aura surging and terrifying.

"Power beyond the mundane?"

Tong Zhengyang seemed very interested in this white man, a smile appearing on his face as he heard this:

"That depends on how you define this kind of power! In my world, only Tianren (天人, celestial beings) have transcended the mundane. To you, perhaps I can also be considered to have transcended the mundane."

"Tianren?"

Potter's gaze became deep and restrained, concealing his deep desire:

"What is your world like, sir?"

His spirit had long been enlightened, and seeking good fortune and avoiding disaster was instinctive. Before he came, he had already sensed the great danger contained in this trip, almost a certainty of death.

Mu Longcheng had even left him the warning, 'If you encounter a black robe, retreat ten li (里, approximately 500 meters),' warning that within ten li, he wouldn't be able to escape.

But he still came.

In fact, he had been searching for this person in the vast ocean for months.

Some videos circulating from the Golden Eagle Empire, many didn't believe, but some were convinced, like him.

"What's the point of telling you?"

Tong Zhengyang sighed deeply.

If he could choose, he would rather face the Heaven and Earth Pursuit Order of the Wangquan Dao and Huangjue Temple than eke out a living in such a spiritless place.

Unfortunately, he couldn't go back.

Only Tianren could shatter the void. The distance between him and Tianren was ten times greater than the difference between the ordinary people of this world and himself.

At this thought, Tong Zhengyang felt a bit dejected, waving his hand casually:

"It wasn't easy for you to cultivate to this point. I won't kill you today. Go back."

"Is it that you don't want to kill me, sir, or that you can't kill me?"

Under the moonlight, Potter stood with his hands down, a warning sign surging like a tide in his heart.

But his face was as deep as the sea, his blue eyes filled with solemnity.

Having come at such great risk, he naturally wouldn't retreat like this.

"Hahaha!"

Hearing this, Tong Zhengyang laughed loudly:

"Although you have refined your muscles, bones, skin, flesh, internal organs, marrow, and blood, I have already formed my Qi channels. I have killed too many like you!"

Amidst the loud laughter, Tong Zhengyang's words suddenly turned cold, as if a harsh winter had descended on the earth, bringing a chilling cold current:

"If you can survive one move, I will answer your question!"

Boom!

Thunder rumbled on the ground, as if a supersonic plane was flying low.

The strong wind extinguished the burning bonfire, and the surrounding vegetation, soil, and rocks scattered in all directions.

An Qisheng's clothes fluttered wildly, the air currents cutting his sportswear like knives.

He exerted force with his feet, sinking his hips into a thousand-jin (斤, a unit of weight, approximately 500 grams) drop, his calves sinking deep into the soil, barely managing to avoid being blown over.

But he couldn't care about that. At the same time as the roar sounded, he had already looked towards the white man hundreds of meters away.

Because he was prepared, this time he finally saw Tong Zhengyang's movements clearly.

He watched carefully.

From the time he sat cross-legged, laughed loudly, to the time he crossed hundreds of meters and struck out with a palm, it almost only took two seconds!

His speed was close to, or even reached, the speed of sound!

What a powerful body it must take to unleash such terrifying speed!

Danger!

Danger!

As early as when Tong Zhengyang laughed, the crisis in Potter's heart had reached its peak.

And in the next instant, he saw Tong Zhengyang, wrapped in a rolling wind, whistling towards him, unbelievably violent.

The immense crisis in his heart was like a volcanic eruption.

He saw that palm strike, descending from the sky, as if covering the moon, covering the night sky, bringing a darkness even deeper than the night!

Retreat!

Retreat!

Retreat!

Potter's feet seemed to have been blasted by a cannonball, soil and rocks flying, a retreat of dozens of meters in one leap. As he tapped his feet repeatedly, he raised both arms at once.

One pushed left, one pulled right, like embracing Taiji (太極, a Chinese philosophical concept), like embracing Yin and Yang.

Visible air currents gathered in front of him, his arms dancing, like a large spider weaving a web, the Qi energy within him churning and vibrating endlessly.

The '哗哗' sound of blood flowing through his body was directly transmitted, like a great river lapping at the shore, the tide surging.

At the same time, his already tall body became even straighter, and blue veins like dragons rose under his fair skin, like a layer of iron armor covering his body.

Potter retreated seven steps, but having only retreated a few hundred meters, Tong Zhengyang had already struck down with his palm.

Boom!

The air currents instantly ran rampant, like a cannonball exploding in the air.

The visible air currents spread around like shockwaves, stirring up countless mud, soil, and rocks.

An Qisheng, hundreds of meters away from the place of their collision, could seem to feel the earth shaking.

Bang!

With a muffled thud, a figure was thrown far away in the air currents.

Potter flew backwards in mid-air, his body falling, instantly breaking a large tree beside the road, and then '騰騰騰' taking seven or eight steps backward on the ground before barely stopping.

In front of him, the earth in front of him cracked and extended for a thousand meters, as if a herd of giant elephants had stampeded through, leaving a scene of devastation.

And at the end of the ruins, Tong Zhengyang was still sitting cross-legged, as if he hadn't moved at all!

An Qisheng watched with a swaying heart. From the time Tong Zhengyang attacked to the time he returned, the speed was simply shocking. The air pressure brought about by the burst of speed was extremely strong, and his thousand-jin drop almost couldn't be maintained.

"Pfft!"

Potter opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood as black as ink, his face instantly losing all color.

The ink-like blood spewed out, as if boiling water had hit the ground, emitting scalding heat.

Potter swayed, straightening his body.

His face was pale, his eyes instantly dimming, and his arms, which had blocked the attack, were broken and bent, with the crystalline white bones visible inside.

The clothes on his chest seemed to have evaporated, leaving a clear handprint there.

"You lost."

Tong Zhengyang flicked his fingers nonchalantly.

He knew his own strength. Although his injuries prevented him from exerting his full power, a casual palm strike from him was enough to pierce a steel weapon like a tank.

Although this white man's physique and vitality were the strongest he had seen since coming to this world, having taken one of his palms, his internal organs were broken, and he wouldn't live for long.

In this world, no one should be able to save him.

"I haven't lost."

Potter's internal organs felt as if they were being burned by fierce fire, every part of his body in pain, but his expression didn't change much.

Looking directly at Tong Zhengyang, he said calmly:

"I'm not dead yet. I took this palm."