The old man stared, dumbstruck. This was far too absurd. He had seen people with guts as fat as the sky, but never anyone so reckless they courted death to this extent. "What happened after that?"
"After that, that old monster naturally didn't put a mere Foundation Establishment Realm junior cultivator in his eyes. He made a move, ready to wipe him out."
"And that Nailong True Person—who knows whether he was bold enough to swallow the heavens or simply missing a string in his head? In order not to lose face in front of a beautiful woman, he actually threw caution to the wind, not even looking at how vast the gap between their realms was. He sacrificed an imitation Spirit Tool and fought that Nascent Soul Realm cultivator with his life on the line."
"Ah, and what was the result?"
"The result was that Nailong True Person was beaten half to death, but that old monster at the Nascent Soul Middle Stage didn't have it easy either. He was blasted into dregs by him."
The old man could not help swallowing a mouthful of saliva. "Is this true?"
"Whether it's true or false, I don't know. But the ancient text spoke of it with absolute certainty, so I imagine there should be some basis for it. However, it was also recorded very clearly above that such battle records are few enough to count on one's fingers even in the Spirit World. For one thing, Fairy Tianjue and Nailong True Person were never ordinary figures to begin with. For another, the imitation Spirit Tools in their hands were also among the top-ranked items. In terms of power, they weren't much inferior to imitation Spirit Treasures, and low-level cultivators could still drive them."
"So that's how it is." The old