Zhao Qingyi smiled with deep reservations.
He treated it as merely humoring Shou He.
Whether there were greater figures above Shou He or not, that mysterious outsider was already no small matter.
He had merely taken one look and become familiar with the martial path of qi and blood. His talent could not simply be described as earth-shattering—it was utterly unfathomable!
Even Nine-Headed Xia Long had been defeated by a single punch while using his transformed dharma weapon.
That punch carried no terrifying force, nor was it bolstered by any strange technique.
When the punch flew out, it was as though the Great Dao itself had descended.
It was miraculous beyond measure, leaving one utterly astonished.
If he had not truly witnessed it himself, Zhao Qingyi would certainly have believed that the mysterious man had long cultivated the martial path of qi and blood.
Yet he had personally heard Xia Long say that the other party was a cultivator.
He had no idea what cultivators actually were.
At first, the mysterious man's attacks had been profound, but not quite so terrifying. They had only left people baffled.
The impact of Li Si being beheaded had been far greater, and that was all.
When the mysterious man seized the Blood God Halberd, stirred up the qi and blood throughout his body, and extended it through "martial," he seemed to see a "god."
Thus, he bowed his head and worshipped.
Perhaps this was the one and only opportunity he would ever have in his life.
"Golden Core?"
"A cultivator!"
On the way back, thoughts whirled endlessly through Zhao Qingyi's mind. He had once truly been a frog at the bottom of a well. Now that the clouds and mist had finally parted, he naturally would not give up this opportunity—an opportunity to