The expressions on everyone's faces varied. At last, Lin Yan's right hand reached Li Yang.
His right hand was like a steel talon. Against an ordinary person, a casual squeeze would be enough to crush bone.
Lin Yan's face was cold as ice. He planned to start by crushing Li Yang's shoulders.
To a Middle Profound Level Cultivator like him, an ordinary person's bones were as soft as tofu.
His expression was blank as his right hand finally clamped down on Li Yang's shoulder, ready to apply force.
But in that very instant, his expression changed drastically.
It felt like his hand had clamped onto a steel plate, and a sharp pain shot through his palm.
"A Cultivator!"
Instantly, Lin Yan's face paled!
'Li Yang is actually a Cultivator! And he's stronger than me!'
At the same time, Li Yang was gauging Lin Yan's strength.
'Profound Level strength.'
