Nascent Soul Thunder Fruit Tree, Fighting for Spiritual Fruits

Watching the cultivators around him scramble toward the distant hall, Song Qingming, standing apart in a bamboo hat, remained unmoved and unhurried, merely raising his head to watch everyone quietly.

After flying into the air with her two companions, the woman in black who had dealt with Song Qingming before happened to turn around and spot him still standing where he was. A trace of mockery could not help appearing on her face.

In her view, Song Qingming had most likely been frightened by the divine might Xiao Haoran had just displayed. Now that he was alone, he simply did not have the courage to continue into Wind Thunder Hall and fight for Spiritual Items.

Song Qingming was not the only one. Among the hundred Golden Core Cultivators present, seven or eight others besides him had also begun to entertain thoughts of retreat, including the Late Golden Core Stage man whom Xiao Haoran had sent flying with a single punch.

Although his injuries were not particularly serious, Xiao Haoran's overwhelming strength had long since shaken him to the core.

One had to know that he himself was also a Late Golden Core Stage Cultivator. Though he was not exceptionally formidable, he had cultivated all the way to the Late Golden Core Stage as a Rogue Cultivator. Having repeatedly walked through life-and-death battles, his experience in magical combat was no less than that of cultivators born into great sects.

Ever since entering the Late Golden Core Stage, there had been few cultivators of the same realm who could pose any real threat to him, given his combat experience.

Yet in his exchange with Xiao Haoran just now, the other man had broken through his protective astral energy with a single punch and blasted him hundreds of zhang away. Nothing like that