The Final Objective, the Place Guided by the Immortal Artifact!

Li Qingyuan was filled with emotion and admitted that he was inferior.

Whether it was Yang Jian or the Lotus Holy Child, both were formidable enemies he could not rival at present—Peerless freaks seen perhaps once in a million, or even ten million, years.

Yang Xuan flew over and said wistfully, "Fellow Daoist Qingyuan, the way I felt when I saw you kill an Integrated Body Middle Stage cultivator was exactly the way you feel now, watching my race's Divine Son kill Feng Xuan."

"Alas, I had thought that, as a genius of the Yang Family and with the Yang Family's resources supporting me, I had already surpassed you."

Yang Xuan said helplessly, "Who would have thought I would still fall short of you? I can only kill an Integrated Body Early Stage cultivator."

The nearby Integrated Body Early Stage Spirit Lords: "..."

No, what did you mean by that?

You were only at the Body Tribulation! You were fucking only at the Body Tribulation, yet you could already kill an Integrated Body Early Stage cultivator across realms, even if you had paid a price and suffered injuries.

But you had killed an Integrated Body Early Stage cultivator across realms.

If you passed the Primordial Spirit Tribulation, your strength would become even greater.

If you achieved Three Origins Union and entered the Integrated Body Early Stage, wouldn't you be able to contend against an Integrated Body Middle Stage cultivator? And with all your trump cards, you could kill an Integrated Body Middle Stage cultivator?

And you were actually feeling sad about it?

The surrounding Integrated Body Early Stage Spirit Lords looked at each other, then silently retreated ten thousand zhang, moving even farther away from Li Qingyuan and people like Yang Xuan, afraid that those monstrous geniuses would set their