"You've still got a long way to go!" Those words stabbed into Mu Feiyu's heart like a sharp thorn, grating on his every nerve.
Mu Feiyu scrambled to his feet, his eyes bloodshot and his face contorted as he glared at Shen Haoran. He couldn't accept this reality. Compared to Shen Haoran's calm and composed demeanor, he looked utterly pathetic. At the same time, his heart was screaming in denial. 'Impossible! We're both on the Seventy-fifth Tier, facing the same terrifying pressure. I have to fight for my life just to resist it, but Shen Haoran treats it like it's nothing! How can that be?!'
Was it impossible? No, it was entirely possible. Mu Feiyu realized that a faint, almost imperceptible pressure also seemed to emanate from Shen Haoran. This pressure was like a sharp knife, slicing right through the Saint's might pouring down from the Chaos Celestial Ladder. That had to be why Shen Haoran could act so casually on the Celestial Ladder!
