Star Fallen Mountain Range.
"Boom boom boom~~~"
The loud explosions were continuous, and the entire mountain forest was trembling.
The sight of two Nascent Soul Stage Cultivators duking it out was terrifying, with swathes of jungle being flattened and even nearby mountains, each with a diameter of several miles, being horizontally sliced open by strands of Sword Qi. Peaks collided and collapsed, scaring the small animals in the woods out of their wits, running haphazardly, regretting that their parents hadn't given them an extra pair of legs.
After clashing with brute Strength for thirty moves.
Sweat beads appeared on Jing Long's old face. He couldn't understand how he, a Nascent Soul Mid Stage Cultivator, was unable to suppress Ning Daoran, who was just at the early stage of Nascent Soul, despite the fact that the opponent's revealed physical Strength was also extremely formidable. It shouldn't have been to this extent.
Fifty moves later.
