Yang Yi crushed his son with a single move, gazing down from mid-air, the sun behind him as if it were part of his own physical body.
This was the gap.
Many Human Immortals might be overwhelmed by the power of an Innate Martial Saint, but Yang Yi would never be one of them. Having cultivated to this level, his blood flowed like lead and mercury, and every meridian in his body contained an overwhelming force. His punches were substantial in their intent; he practiced the Sun God Fist, which radiated like the rising morning sun, expressing the true power of the sun. His Martial Dao Will could even influence reality.
The Dao of the Human Immortal had been cultivated to the pinnacle, just one step away, that barely perceptible opportunity, from reaching the next breakthrough.
A mere Innate Martial Saint could not possibly be his match.
