The golden dusk bathed the land, orange-red clouds spreading across the western sky. Gentle mountain breezes mingled with the scene, painting a quiet, somber atmosphere.
In the silence, a thunderous roar shattered the sky!
Boom! Boom!
Miles Ning, dressed in deep green robes, his lapels fluttering in the wind and sleeves whipping with power, appeared like an immortal descending from the heavens. He emerged in tranquility, arriving amid the overwhelming thunder.
"Crazy Ning!?"
Cen Dongsheng's expression changed drastically, his face turning ashen in an instant: "Wasn't he always in Riverford? How could he appear here at this moment?"
The name Miles Ning echoed throughout the Martial Arts World.
Perhaps the newer Martial Lords in recent years don't know Miles Ning, but Cen Dongsheng understood just how terrifying he truly was.
A madman is not frightening.
What's frightening is... a madman who possesses overwhelming martial power and the capital to act without restraint.
At the same time—
The four elders of Su Stele Sect watching from the side, one of whom immediately changed expression, stood up solemnly, and bowed deeply from afar to show his utmost respect.
"Elder Ning—"
"No wonder none of the major sects negotiated with Peerless Andrew Han to recruit him. It turns out Han Dong is connected to Elder Ning." The elder's pupils contracted, having guessed part of the truth.
It's likely that Peerless Andrew Han is Miles Ning's disciple.
In that case—
Given Green Mountain Sect's current decline, it's likely Han Dong is the only disciple left, and it's only natural that Miles Ning values him so highly.
Thinking this over—
"Cen Dongsheng." The Su Stele Sect elder quietly shook his head. "You've angered Elder Ning. Let's see how you end this."
......
The Martial Arts Program students at the edge of the clearing were already stunned.
Those who had never served border duty had no chance to witness the wonders of Martial Lord power, relying only on guesses or imagination.
Cen Dongsheng's Martial Lord aura swept in all directions, making them understand what true, awe-inspiring power was.
But Miles Ning walking on air, looking down upon the world, was an utterly absurd impossibility!
Flight was just a human fantasy, after all.
How could a person of flesh and blood possibly walk on air?
Yet right before their eyes—
The orange-red dusk, the solitary figure in green robes, left every Martial Arts Program student shocked and awed, unable to imagine such an existence in the world.
"Am I seeing things?"
A girl with a sharp chin stared blankly, the constant thunderous booms like an earth-shattering tsunami crashing against her heart, making her whole body tremble.
"Is this real?" she pinched her own cheek on instinct.
Pain.
She felt pain.
Then she fiercely pinched He Xuan's arm— "Ah!"
"What are you doing?"
He Xuan's eyes widened, his voice dropping to a whisper.
It was real—the contradiction between reality and dream echoed in her heart... The sharp-chinned girl stared blankly at Miles Ning in green robes, her mind utterly blank.
The other Martial Arts Program students felt much the same.
Only Leo Liu and Jason Li stood solemn and upright, fully aware of how difficult it was to walk on air.
Ordinary Martial Lords absolutely could not do this!
Only someone at the level of a sect master, aided by profound techniques, could walk on air!
......
On the clearing.
Andrew Han was also surprised: "Master actually came in person?"
Witnessing his master walk on air wasn't too shocking—he'd seen it before. What stuck in his memory even more was the time Miles Ning forged a blazing chain of fire with his bare hands.