Feeling the terrifying aura leaking from Wang Ping, everyone reacted differently—some were horrified, some stunned, some utterly blank-faced.
"Wang Ping, your cultivation..." Cai Yonglong stared at Wang Ping in disbelief, his body trembling slightly.
Since only he and Wang Ping came from the same world, he felt it most deeply and could roughly guess what level Wang Ping's cultivation had reached.
That was the Spirit Origin Realm, and not an ordinary Spirit Origin Realm at that. At the very least, he had to be above the seventh level of the Spirit Origin Realm.
Cai Yonglong had once seen an elder from his sect fight, yet even that elder's aura had not been as solid and powerful as Wang Ping's.
That elder had been at the sixth level of the Spirit Origin Realm.
Compared to Cai Yonglong's shock, the others only felt that Wang Ping was strong—absurdly strong, strong enough to make them tremble—though they did not know what cultivation realm he was in.
"Spirit Origin Realm Great Perfection." Wang Ping calmly spoke those six words.
For a moment, Cai Yonglong's pupils contracted as he sucked in a cold breath.
The others looked at one another as well, unable to calm themselves.
After all, through the Chat Group's conversations, they knew the cultivation levels of the Xianxia World where Cai Yonglong and Wang Ping came from.
Body Tempering, Postnatal Realm, Innate Realm, Spirit Origin Realm, Transcendent Realm.
Spirit Origin Realm Great Perfection—didn't that mean he was only a step away from entering the Transcendent Realm? It was terrifying beyond measure.
"Wang Ping, you really hid yourself deeply." Cai Yonglong gave Wang Ping a long look before slowly speaking.
"Same to you. Didn't you hide plenty of things too, Cai Ge?" Wang Ping looked at Cai Yonglong and smiled.
Seeing that Wang