According to what the elders of his family said, once a Martial Artist had entered the First-grade Realm, each progression required a substantial amount of time and effort, and it was difficult to make rapid strides without significant opportunities.
However, the current Pei Xuanjing seemed to not be restricted by this limitation.
Ma Wuji and others were shaken to their core, disbelief thick in their eyes as they looked at Pei Xuanjing.
The man had sent several of them flying backward without even using a weapon. The gap in power between the two sides was so wide that even a fool could see it.
Pei Xuanjing took one step forward, raising his voice, "It is impolite not to return something given. Therefore, I think you should also take a hit from me."
In his resonant voice held an indomitable will that could not be refused.
He lifted up his fair and slender palm, purple-green thunder light emerged and gathered in his palm, a terrifying power radiating from it.
