A small boat was lowered onto the sea, and Zhao Changhe leaped onto its bow. Without any visible movement, the boat started gliding forward on its own, cutting through the waves as if some unseen force was steering it.0

In the blink of an eye, the small boat had sped far off into the distance.0

Back on the flagship, Tang En and the Tang Clan’s sailors watched in awe.0

How is this even possible? First, he fasted in seclusion, and now he’s steering a boat without even touching it—is this the power of the King of Man?0

For the first time, the crew of the Tang Clan truly felt just how close the ancient world of gods and demons was to their own. If the person ranked first on the Ranking of Man was already so powerful, what about those in the Ranking of Heaven? Had they been underestimating them all along?1

In truth, they were actually overestimating Zhao Changhe… The display he was putting on was taking quite a toll on him, draining his internal energy like a massive hole on the bottom of a water bucket. His true qi was being depleted at a considerable rate. If it was not for the Six Harmonies Art making it so that his internal cultivation was vast...0