Nascent Fight. [3]
"You're not at the early stage of Nascent Soul realm. No, you are at the peak of Nascent Soul realm," Gu Lanyue said quietly.
His voice had lost its edge, now low, wary, and tight with disbelief.
He stood amid the fading sparks of his shattered defense, face pale, brows knit.
Though his body remained unscathed, there was no denying the tremble in his hands.
The Poison Silk technique, brilliant and deadly, came at a heavy cost.
His vast ocean of qi had receded to a pitiful tide.
He clenched his fists at his sides, breath steadying. That boy…
Gu Jian stepped forward, robes fluttering in the wind, the barrier behind him fading into motes of light.
His face was drawn with realization.
He had sensed it too, the weight behind Fang Yuan's strikes, the effortless control, the terrifying speed.
He spoke softly, almost to himself.
"What a prodigy…"