The Young Master Storms the City
Chapter 1068: Pseudo-Dan Realm

Chapter 1068: Chapter 1068: Pseudo-Dan Realm

Boom!

Spirituel Power Giant Fist collided with the sword light, instantly setting off a series of invisible shockwaves.

Immediately following, violent forces lashed out in all directions, destroying everything around them.

The two figures separated as soon as they touched; the Great Elder was shaken back several meters.

Each step he took left deep footprints on the ground.

In contrast, Ning Fan only stepped back a few steps before he stabilized his form.

The difference in strength was clear!

"You are merely at the Late Foundation Establishment Stage, how could you possess such tremendous strength?"

Fury churned in the Great Elder’s eyes, his voice filled with disbelief.

Earlier, under furious effort, his full-strength attack even exceeded the peak, yet he still found himself at a disadvantage against Ning Fan.

He was at the Peak of Foundation Establishment himself!

Just because this lad was Ning Potian’s son, could he possess such formidable strength at the Late Foundation Establishment Stage?

It made no sense at all!

"So what about the Flying Immortal Sect? In my eyes, it’s nothing special."

Pure Spiritual Power surged around Ning Fan, with dozens of sword lights circling him.

"Back in the day, my father made the Five Great Sects of Kunlun flee in panic; today, I can do the same!"

Upon hearing this, everyone from the Flying Immortal Sect, including Zhai Yonghui, had their expressions darken simultaneously.

"Brat, this old man hasn’t made a move only because I’m worried about accidentally killing you," said Zhai Yonghui with an icy voice, "Do you really think I can’t handle you?"

"Heh, kill me? You probably don’t have the capability!"

Ning Fan continued to provoke them, but he signaled Shuang’er and others with his hands behind his back, gesturing for them to find an opportunity to escape.

"Master..."

Shuang’er clenched her teeth hard, trying hard to recover her Spiritual Power, wanting to help.

Just as she took a step forward, she was pulled back by Huo Erba.

With intelligence almost indistinguishable from normal humans, Huo Erba’s way of thinking was no longer as simplistic as before; he knew what would truly help Ning Fan.

At this moment, his group was nothing but a burden to Ning Fan.

Rather than rushing forward and getting in the way, it was better to follow Ning Fan’s instructions and try to retreat.

Facing Ning Fan’s provocation, a cold light flickered in Zhai Yonghui’s eyes.

The reason he had not attacked all this time was fundamentally because he had never taken Ning Fan seriously, even fearing that his own strike might kill Ning Fan outright.

You see, the gap between the Pseudo-Dan Realm and the Peak of Foundation Establishment is greater than that between the Peak of Foundation Establishment and the Initial Stage of Foundation Establishment.

The higher the cultivation, the greater the gap between realms.

If he struck with full force, Zhai Yonghui could even annihilate a Foundation Establishment Peak cultivator in one blow.

But Ning Fan’s provocation was igniting his anger, surging with killing intent.

"Great Elder, quickly subdue this boy!"

Upon hearing this, the Great Elder and two other Elders exchanged glances, then suddenly stood together, forming a triangular formation.

"Kid, I admit that your strength is strong, perhaps even beyond what I can handle."

"But unfortunately, you’re facing the Flying Immortal Sect, one of the Five Great Sects of Kunlun."

"You simply cannot imagine just how powerful the methods at our disposal really are!"

As the Great Elder’s voice fell, the other two Elders’ Spiritual Power frantically surged out, converging into him like a tide.

In just a few moments, the Great Elder’s aura climbed steadily, like the tide during a surge, breaking through some kind of shackles in the blink of an eye.

Onlookers all wore a shocked expression, staring at the Great Elder in disbelief.

"This aura..."

"How is this possible?"

"How did he manage to do that?"

At this moment, strong Spiritual Power swirled around the Great Elder, evidently surpassing the level of Foundation Establishment Peak.

As everyone knows, above Foundation Establishment Peak lies the Pseudo-Dan Realm!

They actually used a unique formation to boost a Foundation Establishment Peak to the Pseudo-Dan Realm?!

"Humph, this is the depth of the Flying Immortal Sect, something minor sects like yours could never comprehend," the Great Elder said with a mocking look at Ning Fan.

With a single wave of his hand, spiritual energy from all directions swarmed towards him, gathering in his palm.

The biggest difference between the Pseudo-Dan Realm and the Foundation Establishment Stage lies in the control of Spiritual Energy.

In the Pseudo-Dan Realm, sensitivity to nature’s spiritual energy increases significantly, allowing direct use of the spiritual forces around them.

As the saying goes, "Swallowing a single golden core, my fate is governed by none but myself."

A complete Golden Core Realm can even absorb nature’s spiritual energy during battle, truly achieving a state of never-ending Spiritual Power.

Although the Pseudo-Dan Realm isn’t as potent as the true Golden Core Stage, its effects are already significant.

As the Great Elder casually waved his hand, everyone could feel the spiritual energy around them becoming noticeably denser.

Though he was not truly in the Pseudo-Dan Realm, merely boosted to that state by the power of a formation,

everyone still felt an overwhelming pressure enveloping them.

"Kid, it’s impressive you have such strength at the Late Foundation Establishment Stage."

"But in front of the Pseudo-Dan Realm, you are still like an ant, with a chasm-like gap between us that you can never cross!"

Ning Fan narrowed his eyes, sizing up the Great Elder, a cold smile curling at his lips.

"Is that so? Let’s see then, let’s see who is stronger – you who have been artificially boosted by a formation, or me."

As he spoke, Spiritual Power within Ning Fan began to surge, a vast force continuously emanating from his Dantian, gathering in his palm.