Zhao Letian staggered back for twenty to thirty feet befoe he managed to stop himself, his eyes filled with shock as he looked at the person who had made the move.
This person's strength was terrifying.
He was certain that the person had merely struck casually just now, yet easily pushed him and Wanyan Zheng back; such strength was truly terrifying.
"True Martial Ninth Summit?"
Zhao Letian focused intently on the formidable young man clad in gold-plated armor, a hint of fear flashing in his eyes.
Although both at the pinnacle of True Martial Ninth Level, this young man in armor brought a much stronger sense of oppression than Yu Wenhui, and even stronger than Li, who practiced the Demon Dao Technique; at least, the Li in Zhao Letian's memory was nowhere near as terrifying as this person.
Furthermore, not only was this person's strength horrifying, but he also sat at the main seat, clearly indicating his status was not ordinary either.
