The Shadow Sect immortals fell silent.
Bai Ning Bing snorted coldly.
Ying Wu Xie wore a nostalgic expression. Seeing these Wisdom Dao Killer Moves again, he could not help thinking of Purple Mountain True Lord, who had sacrificed himself.
Hei Lou Lan remained silent. The stronger Fang Yuan became, the slimmer her hope of escaping grew.
Xue Er blinked repeatedly, her mind shaken. Looking at the devastated battlefield, she suddenly understood perfectly why her tribe had gone to every possible length to arrange a marriage alliance with Fang Yuan.
"Is this Rank 8 battle strength?"
"A Gu Immortal with Rank 8 battle strength cannot be dealt with by ordinary Primeval Ancient Beasts. Humans are the spirits of heaven and earth; they possess wisdom and can employ countless Immortal Dao Killer Moves."
"By marrying this man, even if we only borrowed the connection, it would be enough to keep our tribe from suffering the Stone People clan's bullying. If we could borrow some of his aid as well, our tribe's rise and soaring prosperity would be inevitable!"
Meanwhile, Fang Yuan stared at the dragon corpses scattered across the ground and the collapsed dragon heads, weighing his gains and losses.
Primeval Ancient Beasts possessed combat power comparable to Rank 8, but even among them there were stronger and weaker ones. This Myriad Head Dragon was relatively weak among Primeval Ancient Beasts.
It had been in poor condition, having only just awakened from slumber, and it had happened to be countered by Fang Yuan's Wisdom Dao Killer Moves.
If Fang Yuan had used other methods and fought it head-on with brute force, he might have had to exert considerably more effort. But using Burning Thought Flying Stone and the like produced the marvelous effect of moving a thousand pounds with four ounces.
"How