Xiang Jingcheng staggered backward, his eyes filled with resentment and unwillingness. Then his entire body abruptly exploded into a cloud of blood mist.
Xiang Zongyan and Xiang Xufu felt their scalps tingle at the sight. They had not expected that, with a Creation Realm expert about to arrive, this person before them would not think of fleeing, but would instead kill another one.
Had he realized he could not escape, so he wanted to kill one more to make it worth his while?
Or did he believe his strength was enough to withstand a Creation Realm Early Stage expert?
The Creation Realm experts within the Forgetful River Tribe, whether in the cultivation techniques they practiced or the Creation Profound Treasures they wielded, surpassed those of the Eighth Order Tribes.
This was related to innate talent, but even more so, it was because they stood at different heights.
The resources that a Ninth Order Race could provide were beyond the imagination of any race below the Ninth Order. So long as one displayed sufficient talent, all resources would be allocated automatically.
There was no need to venture out in search of resources, nor to risk one's life against other cultivators. One only needed to raise one's Cultivation Realm.
Of course, cultivators from Ninth Order Races did not lack combat and slaughter. They were not flowers raised in a greenhouse. They possessed all the basic States of Mind a cultivator ought to have, perhaps even better than most.
Under such circumstances, how could other races compare with the cultivators of these Ninth Order Races? Ninth Order Races would only grow stronger and stronger, unless a truly monstrous genius emerged from another race.
Kou Dingyan was at the Eighth Order Creation Realm Early Stage, yet he could briefly contend with an ordinary Eighth