"What are you shouting for? Look at you, getting worked up again." Bai Lan stood up and knocked on the Golden Bell Shield before her. "Come on, I'll give you a chance. I, Long Aotian, will stand still and let you hit me!"
This concerned how fast she would be able to run whenever she encountered Foundation Establishment cultivators in the future.
If the Golden Bell Shield could truly withstand all of a Foundation Establishment cultivator's attacks when supplied with sufficient spiritual energy, then the test would be a success.
Once it succeeded in practice, she could put it to use in actual combat later.
In theory, as long as she could keep hiding inside the Golden Bell Shield, even Foundation Establishment cultivators would not be much of a threat to her. She might even have a chance to kill one in return.
The premise was that the Foundation Establishment cultivator was a sieve, willing to stand there and let her kill him.
But cultivators generally had brains.
Before she could grind the other party to death with one low-level Mystical Technique after another, they would most likely turn around and leave, while her Golden Bell Shield could not move...
It was exactly like a boss fixed within a particular zone, only able to attack enemies within a set range.
So killing a Foundation Establishment cultivator in return was still just a dream for now.
"Hmph, Long Aotian, is it? I'll remember you!"
Yes, that was the name. Remember it well. Be furious, be angry—exactly right!
The black-robed cultivator flew into a rage and soared into the air. Several flaming palms came crashing down upon the Golden Bell Shield, and flames instantly spread to the surrounding grass and trees. The trees burned, and firelight flared everywhere.
Compared to the Qi