"He has already lost."
The scholar sighed.
Venerable Desolation Plunder of the Ancient God Sacred Hall had been famous for a long time, and he possessed the Blackstone Dao Body.
Burn blood into steel, forge Blackstone.
With this Dao Body, Miao Ran's physique was simply beyond the reach of ordinary cultivators. Even desolate beasts at his realm fell short of him. He was a human-shaped ferocious beast in every sense.
The human body was an inexhaustible treasury. Though body-refining cultivators and spirit-refining cultivators walked different paths, both excavated inward from the self.
A body-refining cultivator who had reached this step could, with mana bolstering their flesh, withstand even ordinary Dao weapons.
Compared to the spell clashes, heavenly pressure, and rampant divine intent of spirit-refining cultivators—
Body-refining cultivators relied more upon supreme divine strength woven from heavenly might and themselves.
Among those of the same realm, the advantage of body-refining cultivators was plain to see.
That old man was clearly not a body-refining cultivator.
The old man's spiritual aura was feeble, and his blood and qi did not churn in the slightest.
If Miao Ran's blood and qi were mountain cries and tsunami roars, a Great Wall of blood and qi, then the old man was like an ordinary spirit-refining cultivator, possessing only the bodily aura a cultivator ought to have.
Moreover, that aura was rather strange, more like the kind of body acquired by ghost cultivators after reconstructing their flesh.
Thus, the scholar concluded that the old man might not die, but he would certainly lose.
Lord Feilai shrugged and shook his head. "There are always people who think the gap between themselves and disciples of great sects is very small."
That cold shiver from before had made Lord Feilai wonder whether the younger generation would encounter misfortune after entering