Only people of this caliber could achieve what ordinary people could not—breaking through the peak of Spirit Transformation and ascending to the upper realm.
"Since Junior Brother Wei possessed such strength, then from here on, I will no longer hold back."
As soon as he spoke, Venerable Han Yue flicked his sleeve, and a blood-red streak instantly flew out. Swift as lightning, it arrived before Wei Tu in the blink of an eye.
Blocked by Wei Tu's mana barrier, the blood-red streak revealed its true form: an exceedingly thin blood-colored little sword, as though it had been cut from paper.
At the same time, an eerie bloody gleam flickered across its blade. Beneath that bloodlight, dense and intricate spirit patterns flashed faintly, exuding terrifying pressure.
"A spirit treasure! It's a spirit treasure! Master has finally used a spirit treasure."
The cultivators' hearts surged with excitement. They understood that Venerable Han Yue had finally become serious, no longer deliberately going easy on Wei Tu as he had before.
Granted, in a sense, this also marked Venerable Han Yue's defeat—he had failed to easily crush this junior's "challenge"... But Wei Tu was also a Spirit Transformation Venerable of the Extreme Mountain Sect.
Seeing Wei Tu's strength rise so greatly, they too felt honored by it.
No matter who won or lost this match, it was a good thing for both them and the Extreme Mountain Sect.
"An old-established Spirit Transformation cultivator truly cannot be underestimated."
Under the surprise attack of the blood sword, Wei Tu, who was being attacked, was nowhere near as relaxed as the cultivators present believed him to be.
Though he had reached the requisite realm, his advancement had been too rapid, leaving the protective methods that matched his cultivation somewhat lacking.
He could supplement these shortcomings with