The young girl came from a Household with a deep scholarly heritage. Although she was young and had only reached the Core Formation realm, she had seen countless mighty cultivators—especially Mahayana cultivators, of whom there were an abundance. After all, the first requirement for becoming a disciple of one of the Seven Main Peaks was to be a Mahayana cultivator.
Having witnessed Mahayana cultivators fight so often, her horizons had naturally broadened imperceptibly.
"Hmm, this seems to be the Flowing Water Movement Technique, but it lacks control over Miro Realm energy. If she practiced for several decades, her movement technique would improve tremendously. Peak Master Martial Uncle is truly formidable—she can actually deduce some clues about what it will be like decades from now." The older sister's beautiful eyes flickered as she recognized the name of the movement technique Yao Xi had displayed at a glance.
The young man in golden battle armor said nothing. His gaze remained fixed on Yao Xi, clearly eager to know how powerful the two who had ascended to the upper realm were.
"Master Zhao won't bully you while you've just ascended and your condition is weak. Use all your methods. As long as your attacks can touch Master Zhao's body, you win."
The armored cultivator looked coldly at Yao Xi. As he took a step, he suddenly spoke.
Hearing such contemptuous words, Yao Xi's brows drew together. "How conceited. I'd like to see just how strong cultivators of the same level in the Miro Realm really are."
Yao Xi was furious. The other party was looking down on her far too much.
As her voice fell, her two slender jade hands were already forming incantations. Her fingers flicked, and ripples that seemed to hold no attack suddenly appeared around her, spreading in arcs toward