As Long as I'm Useless Enough

This strike was exceedingly strange.

It looked as though Qin Yi had finished an entire sentence before the blow even landed, so slow that even a mortal could have outpaced it. Yet while the staff was still in midair, that Qianyuan cultivator's expression suddenly changed drastically, and he forcefully formed the shape of a tortoise shell behind himself.

With a clang, the tortoise shell shattered. That Qianyuan cultivator was strong after all and suffered only minor internal shock. He fled several miles away before turning back in horror. At that moment, Qin Yi had just finished saying, "You're out," as though seeing him off.

The scene was profoundly mysterious.

For the first time, many people began paying attention to Heaven's Slander's own strength.

So strong... no wonder he had claimed the South Sea. None of the cultivators here could contend with him.

Clearly, they had misunderstood. No one had been competing with Qin Yi in the first place.

The elders of the Spirit Cloud Sect looked at their own Tai Puzi, their eyes full of inquiry. "That strike appeared slow, but what we saw was actually where the staff had been in the past. And moreover... several layers of the past overlapping..."

Tai Puzi remained expressionless. He could understand a staff from the past, but several overlapping layers of the past was a little too mystical...

"This strike looked simple, but it actually contained transformations of both time and space... and that Breathing Earth... Who exactly is this man? How do you know such a figure?"

Tai Puzi said nothing, maintaining the same calm expression that said basic operation, don't make a fuss.

Back then, he was at however many levels of Cloud Soaring—I'd forgotten exactly—but in any case, he was weaker than us. Yet he alone fought all of