"This..."
Zhou Yu's voice trembled, "What's going on here?"
"Puff!"
Fang Yi, who was knocked back, spat out another mouthful of blood. He looked at Su Changqing with fear,
"The... Sacred King's pressure!"
"He's... he's advancing under the pressure of the Sacred King!"
Upon hearing this, Zhou Yu gasped, looking at Su Changqing with eyes full of disbelief.
Advancing under the pressure of the Sacred King?
What kind of joke is this!
Just the pressure of someone who has just entered the saintly level had already made him feel immense pressure.
Not much more, just a slight increase in pressure would leave him struggling and drenched in sweat.
But Su Changqing... could endure the Sacred King's pressure and still move?
"How... how is this possible!"
"Why does the Path of the Saint have the presence of the Sacred King's pressure?"
"And it only targets a mere mortal?"
"And yet... this mortal still withstood it!?"
