"Calm down, fellow Daoist. Don't force me." As Wang Xuan spoke, he had already extended his left hand and grabbed at the Imperial Dao Expert from No. 2 Source.
The True Saint from No. 2 Source thought, You're telling me to calm down? You're already attacking me—who exactly is forcing whom here?
Especially when he remembered that this was a junior who had still been in the early Anomalous Being stage at the end of the previous era. How had Wang Xuan now entered the Saint-level Domain, standing on equal footing with him? He found it even harder to remain composed.
A pitch-black spear appeared in his hand, and he thrust it toward Wang Xuan's large hand. There was no need to doubt it—this was a prohibited item, wrapped in black patterns as it tore through spacetime.
Yet what made his pupils contract was that Wang Xuan's palm did not alter its trajectory. Amid a harsh screech, sparks flew from the prohibited item as that hand blocked it, even grinding away part of the spearhead.
It horrified him!
The pitch-black spear was a powerful offensive saint artifact, yet the other party had actually worn down its edge with bare hands. Just how terrifyingly strong was his physical body?
"Fellow Daoist, I am very calm." Qi Feng, the True Saint from No. 2 Source, withdrew his spear and retreated in one fluid motion, speaking rapidly.
Just now, his heart had palpitated repeatedly. Something was seriously wrong. The instinctive perception of the True Saint Domain was sternly warning him that he was already in grave danger.
Even his disciple was stunned. How had his mighty, omnipotent master ended things the moment he made a move? He had surrendered in an instant!
How many eras had it been since he had seen his