Divine power?
This man's martial arts had reached the realm of the miraculous, already transcending the bounds of ordinary martial arts.
Otherwise, how could he have possibly approached him so easily?
But...
The gap in cultivation was too great!
"Are you truly unafraid of death?"
Cao Xie raised his eyes and saw that, even after sensing the pressure of his mana, the other man showed no intention of retreating.
Killing intent erupted from him as he prepared to strike.
Suddenly, a clear breeze swept through heaven and earth, scattering the true force along Chen Sanshi's sword edge and brushing away the mana gathered in Cao Xie's palm.
His expression immediately turned wary. With a slight movement of the Silk Boots beneath his feet, layer upon layer of Formation Patterns emerged.
At the same time, clusters of utterly pure Auspicious Clouds gathered above everyone's heads, and a vigorous voice issued from the rolling mist.
"Heavenly Slaughter True Lord has graced this humble abode. Why not go to Taiyuan Peak for a gathering? Why trouble a junior here?"
A lively cloud drifted down from the sky. Amid the mist, a middle-aged man rode a green ox and landed gracefully.
The newcomer was none other than Zhang Huaiqing, Supreme Elder of the Qingxu Sect.
"So it is Nephew Huaiqing."
The Formation Patterns beneath Cao Xie's feet gradually faded like ripples. He placed one hand behind his back and said with a smile, "Congratulations, Nephew Huaiqing, on breaking through the great Nascent Soul threshold in one stroke. I arrived late for the ceremony, so I hope you will not blame me."
"Arrived late?"
Zhang Huaiqing chuckled. "From what I see, Elder Cao arrived rather early."
"Nephew Huaiqing, do not misunderstand."
Cao Xie spoke with complete frankness. "I came to your sect today originally to