"Peak Lord Lin, just... what level had your combat power reached?"
Lei Cong had not noticed that he had even begun using honorifics in his form of address.
Lin Xuan was startled, then shook his head. "I haven't gone all out since my breakthrough, so I can't be sure either."
"But I feel that taking on an ordinary mid-stage Longevity Realm cultivator shouldn't be a problem. So Elder Lei Cong, there's no need to worry too much. If we encounter enemies later, there's no need to be so reckless."
Lin Xuan was reminding Lei Cong that he was somewhat stronger than him, so there was no great need for him to stay behind and cover their retreat.
Lei Cong understood what Lin Xuan meant, but he did not think Lin Xuan was looking down on him.
But that was not important. What he cared about was, "Peak Lord Lin, what do you mean by an ordinary mid-stage Longevity Realm cultivator?"
"And what would count as an extraordinary one?"
"Uh..."
Lin Xuan felt awkward. This was, after all, his own internal standard; it was perfectly normal that Lei Cong did not know it.
"Ordinary means people like Lu Boren and the others. Extraordinary would naturally be prodigies with a ninth-grade Martial Dao Pill, a Royal Immortal-level Undying Body, or an Empyrean Immortal Undying Body."
"For prodigies at that level, I estimate I could at most cross one realm to kill them. Any higher would probably be a little difficult."
Lin Xuan's words made Lei Cong's eyes widen, and for a moment, he felt completely at a loss.
Just listen to that—what kind of thing was that to say?
A ninth-grade Martial Dao Pill, a Royal Immortal-level Undying Body, an Empyrean Immortal Undying Body—those were prodigies standing at the ceiling of combat