The golden light in the distance illuminated the heavens. Countless Sword Qi crisscrossed and interwove, as though the space between heaven and earth had been filled with sharp blades—terrifying and horrifying.
Yet the fourteen cultivators who had stopped elsewhere were now sitting cross-legged atop a mountain range, surrounded by a faint, chilly mist.
The mist was translucent rather than dense, allowing their expressions to be seen clearly.
At this moment, all fourteen sat on the ground with their hands forming incantation gestures and their eyes closed, each wearing a calm and tranquil expression. It seemed that the terrifying battle in the distance had not caused them the slightest concern.
It was not merely one or two of them who were so composed—all fourteen wore the same expression.
It seemed the fourteen had long been certain that the person surnamed Qin would be fine and that there was no need for them to lend him a hand.
The fourteen were no ordinary cultivators. They had naturally sensed the Vajra Bowl's power, yet they remained like this. That alone showed how powerful that cultivator surnamed Qin was in their hearts. They simply did not believe the Vajra Bowl posed any threat.
While the crowd's thoughts varied, a steady voice suddenly rang out from within the sky-filling golden light. "Fellow Daoist Zhuge's Vajra Bowl is truly extraordinary. However, its attacking power is still lacking. It can't harm this Qin in the slightest. If this is all you have, then the number one Profound Tier expert of the Tianhong Realm is truly undeserving of his reputation."
The voice rolled on through the dazzling golden light without the slightest distortion.
Just this ability to transmit his voice through sound waves was enough to earn the admiration of the vast majority of the cultivators. One had