Huitong's pupils shrank slightly, and his face darkened. Though he had long known Lin Xuan's strength was far beyond that of cultivators of the same rank, he had still never imagined that in a few short years, he would have advanced to such a degree.
Fiery-red staff shadows filled the entire sky, their unstoppable momentum seeming capable of grinding even a colossal mountain ten thousand zhang tall into powder.
Yet the sword curtain formed by Azure Fire was no small thing either. In an instant, the two collided.
Boom!
A tremendous drone poured into their ears. For dozens of miles around, the entire earth seemed to tremble fiercely. Looking out, one saw azure and red interweaving together, like two enormous beasts locked in combat in midair.
This first exchange actually carried a faint sense of evenly matched force.
"Impossible!"
Huitong's eyes went wide. No matter how heaven-defying the other party's divine abilities were, he was still only a Nascent Soul Realm cultivator. If he had been using a Heaven-Reaching Spirit Treasure, such power might have been understandable—but the Broken Sword he had brought out, though it had its marvelous aspects, was still only an ordinary treasure. How could it possibly fight him to a draw?
The others stared until their eyes nearly popped out. Even the late-stage female cultivator named Ji Haitang pulled back, her face looking as if she had seen a ghost.
Among the onlookers, her cultivation was the highest, and she understood the terror of a Lihe Realm old monster most thoroughly. By all rights, a Nascent Soul Cultivator absolutely could not rival one. That youth was simply inconceivable. Could he be a cultivator who had shattered the void and descended from the upper realm?
Leaving aside how everyone else reacted, after this blow, joy appeared on