This time, Li Qingyun sensed a tremor and could not help taking half a step back.
His cold gaze flashed like lightning as he looked over, only to see the Sacred Hall Monster, Jia Zhou, stagger back three steps in a row.
From beginning to end, the two had fought using only their own cultivation, without employing any Dao artifacts.
Both he and Jia Zhou wanted to suppress the other by a head. If either used a Dao artifact, it would be an admission that their foundation was inferior.
"A monster truly is a monster. This Daoist had almost used eighty percent of his strength, yet I could only force you back three steps?"
"Looks like I'm not even allowed to keep a low profile!"
He drew a deep breath. The aura of the Human Race true blood Heavenly River within him surged forth, spreading toward the Lamp-like Giant Tree like a faint blood-colored mist and merging into the countless Heart Lamp Minor Worlds.
At this moment, the Mortal Saint Dao and the Human Race true blood Heavenly River had completely fused into one.
"Ten percent of my strength..."
Li Qingyun's black hair flew upward, and his Qingyi robes fluttered loudly despite the absence of wind.
This time, he did not strike with his palm. Instead, he clasped his hands behind his back, appearing all the more calm and at ease.
He had roughly gauged his opponent's level!
Jia Zhou was indeed extremely strong, but compared to him, Jia Zhou was still a notch weaker.
So what if this Daoist won with even greater ease beneath the watchful eyes of the Hua Xuan Big Shots of all clans?
It was not that this Daoist was too strong. It was simply that the Sacred Hall Monster had not quite lived up