"Do you want to know your limits?"
"Yes!" Lin Xuan nodded at once.
An expression of "just as expected" surfaced on Wang Xuanfeng's face. Without further nonsense, he said directly, "Invincible below the early stage of the Middle Three Grades Nascent Core. Killing them with a turn of your hand would be no trouble."
Lin Xuan raised a brow. Middle Three Grades Nascent Core—this was his first time hearing of it. It could not be helped; he had advanced too quickly, and his knowledge of cultivation still had some gaps.
At that moment, as Wang Xuanfeng's words left his mouth, the gazes of Divine Firmament's upper echelon flickered.
But that was not all.
Wang Xuanfeng's voice continued, now carrying a trace of pride.
"You still have hidden cards. If you use your spiritual power as well, you can fight—and kill—even those in the middle stage of the Middle Three Grades Nascent Core."
Lin Xuan's thoughts were interrupted. He looked up at Wang Xuanfeng, then found it rather amusing.
He had not deliberately concealed it; he had simply forgotten to use his spiritual power.
Of course, he did not refute Wang Xuanfeng. At this moment, he had gained a clear understanding of his own combat strength.
He truly had reached the ceiling of the Transcendent Realm that he had spoken of.
Naturally, the limit of that ceiling would rise another notch soon enough.
The prodigies throughout the ages ought to shed tears.
Perhaps no one would ever be able to surpass him again.
Lin Xuan's heart surged. This could be considered making the Descendants of Yan and Huang famous in this vast world of fantasy, living up to the illustrious name of his ancestors.
"What?!"
"He's already this strong?"
"That's the Core Formation Realm! Beings who have shattered the Heavenly Locks