Shi Potian was already extremely powerful by this point, though the exact extent of his strength defied description. To use any words at all would cheapen him; his power could no longer be measured in ordinary terms, but only in terms of sheer terror.
If anyone in the world could still be considered his match, it was probably only himself. While others might be called master archers or top-tier competitors, he had transcended to the realm of a grandmaster, the founder of a school, the patriarch of a new tradition. In short, no matter what grand title one used for him, it would never be an overstatement. To put it in a single phrase: he was so fiercely formidable he didn't seem human at all—he was an entire army.
On this day, Shi Zhongyu was trying to sell off his last batch of antique jades. Ever since parting ways with Xie Yanke, he had secretly found a secluded spot to set up a small business, and now his jade trade was actually coming along quite nicely. It wasn't doing terribly, nor was it making a fortune—let's just say the results were acceptable.
Of course, all of this depended on the premise that Xie Yanke didn't come looking for him. If Xie Yanke were to find him, what awaited him would likely be merciless, inhuman exploitation.
Shi Zhongyu had been living in such constant dread, right up until that fateful day.
"No, don't touch him! I'm warning you, I'll fight you to the death!"
A young maiden, filled with rage, picked up a rock larger than both her hands combine…
Chapter 185