Aren't you the same? You can even fall in love with a river. Why don't you ask around—who's ever seen that? Huh? Who's seen it?
Bei Yuan grumbled inwardly, but he truly did not dare treat Qin Yi as thin air.
Originally, he had not thought much of Qin Yi. The Qian Yuan Fourth Layer was enough to swagger sideways through an ordinary cultivation world, but here, it was nothing worth mentioning.
If it had been Buddhist or Daoist arts, Bei Yuan might have been somewhat wary. Against a soul body condensed from negative will like his, such methods could possess powerful restraint; even with lower cultivation, they might pose a threat.
But this style of swinging a club and smashing things was, against beings like him, most likely no different from hitting air—it could not truly land. For cultivation of a physical nature to deal with someone like him, either the divine weapon in hand had special effects, or the martial path cultivated possessed particular insight into the annihilation of souls.
No matter how divine the weapon, no matter how extraordinary the insight, once the gap in strength spanned Qian Yuan and the Formless Realm, it was all useless as a hair.
But when Qin Yi pulled off that move of reversing time, Bei Yuan knew trouble had arrived.
Time—the path of the Heavenly Emperor—was absolutely one of the most terrifying laws in the world. Who said he was merely someone who swung a club around?
Even if he did smash with a club, it had to contain an exceedingly troublesome power attribute.
Bei Yuan had guessed right.
A small tree appeared in his hand. It looked fragile, yet it was incomparably sturdy as it blocked the Wolf Tooth Club.
There was a muffled clang, like metal striking wood.