As Lu Xuan's Divine Sense spread outward, the old man seated before him finally reacted.
The old man's eyes abruptly widened, and his withered body inexplicably tensed.
It was as though he had sensed an aura that made his hair stand on end, causing every hair on his body to bristle.
This indescribable feeling of pressure—why was it so similar to the Supreme Elders of the Holy Church? It was like standing before the vast, boundless heavens.
Impossible!
The Supreme Elders of the Holy Church were all existences of that terrifying realm.
The Divine Mansion Realm.
Could the man before him be, like the Holy Church's Supreme Elders, a Divine Palace True Person?
When the old man saw that Lu Xuan had stopped without making any move, a vicious gleam flashed through his eyes.
Within his sleeves, his shriveled hands slowly gathered the Gang Essence Power inside his body.
"Die!"
To hell with all that. He refused to believe that this young brat before him could be a Divine Mansion Realm expert.
Fake!
It was all fake.
A white Gang Essence Training shot through the sky, hurtling straight toward Lu Xuan's face.
Yet Lu Xuan seemed utterly unaware. He did not even blink, remaining firmly where he stood.
Not until the sharp gang wind was Within Reach, Yet Worlds Away, whipping his hair into a wild frenzy.
At that critical instant, he suddenly raised his gaze straight ahead. His eyes narrowed, and profound purple radiance flickered around his sockets.
Though the movement appeared casual, it was as if an invisible colossal force had surged forth with a crash.
The white Gang Essence Training struck that force and instantly scattered apart like a stream crashing into a wall of bronze and iron.
It dissolved into specks of spiritual light and vanished