"Fellow Daoist, your strength truly is extraordinary!"
Facing Wang Haichao's praise, Luo Chen's expression did not change.
"Such trifling means are hardly worth mentioning."
"Fellow Daoist, please take a seat!"
Wang Haichao did not stand on ceremony either, as though the earlier scene of clashing blades had never happened.
With a sweep of his wide sleeve, he sat down in the place reserved for him.
Min Longyu and Li Da obediently sat cross-legged at the long table behind him.
Before sitting down, however, Min Longyu looked at Luo Chen with shock written all over his face.
"During the battle at Slanting Moon Valley, he was only at the Qi Refining Eighth Layer. Now he has truly established his foundation."
"I had thought he was merely putting up a bluff, but I never expected his strength to be so formidable!"
"What terrifyingly rapid progress!"
He was not the only one with such thoughts.
Younger members such as Nangong Qin and Li Ao had their hearts stirred into stormy seas when they saw Luo Chen effortlessly dissolve Wang Haichao's spell.
Hearing about it was one thing; witnessing the might of Foundation Establishment with their own eyes was another.
Had it been them, they absolutely would not have been able to block that strike.
Especially since Luo Chen had not moved at all, merely giving a light flick to dispel it—the sight was all the more shocking.
At this moment, within the hall,
The cultivators of the Luo Tian Association were also inwardly shaken.
Their Chairman had only just entered Foundation Establishment, yet he was already this powerful?
Unlike their astonishment, Nangong Jin and Li Yixian both showed a trace of gravity in their eyes.
Luo Chen's seemingly casual flick just now had contained some profound mystery.
What sort of spell had that