Long Ao and An Feng glared at each other.
"I'll show you just how vast the gap is between a Taoist Ancestor and a Venerable."
An Feng's body blurred into motion. Before he even arrived, a terrifying momentum surged forward. But he went out fast and came back even faster, his face a mask of shock and disbelief.
"Heaven and Earth's Momentum?"
With Heaven and Earth's Momentum, Long Ao had no fear of An Feng's oppressive momentum. It was a joke. Unless he was facing another who wielded Heaven and Earth's Momentum, his was the strongest type of momentum there was.
"I'll give you this, you have a discerning eye."
"Long Ao, how did you do it?"
Long Ao knew exactly what An Feng was asking. He sneered, "How I condensed Heaven and Earth's Momentum is none of your business. You're a dog trying to catch mice—a meddling busybody. You must be bored out of your mind."
