"What a boast! If he can evade my arrest today, I'll believe you!" Chen Fanxin sneered inwardly. The silver spear in his hand concealed its aura without the slightest leak, and he went from outside to inside in an instant. His speed was outrageously fast.
"Blood Garment!" I immediately cast a Blood Garment over Qiao Anying. Her strength rose by a sizable margin, and after observing carefully, I saw that Chen Fanxin had reacted to it—not without notice—but he showed hardly any surprise. It seemed his cultivation was even higher than Qiao Anying's current level.
Most cultivators in the Upper Realm had no inherited traditions, unlike the situation in the Lower Realm. At least among those of this level, I had asked many former patrol members, yet not one of them had worshiped a great god. After all, immortal energy had never been scarce here, and mortals found cultivation relatively easy. Chen Fanxin was the same type, skilled with a long spear, so when he encountered our spells, he was genuinely startled.
Shang Wanqiu's Heavenly Ghost Tathagata appeared beneath the incantation. The enormous Buddha statue tore the roof off, and when its palm came crashing down, Chen Fanxin had no choice but to face it seriously. But Yuan Ci and Shang Wanqiu had already developed a tacit understanding. Last time, Yuan Ci had sliced through Qian Hui's Buddha palm; this time, he directly used a third-grade golden lotus to add a protective shield to the Buddha's hand. Chen Fanxin's spear could not break through it, and he was slapped flying on the spot!
Shang Wanqiu had transformed her immortal body at the Ten-Directions Realm, so her strength was naturally at that realm as well. After exchanging for Upper Realm cultivation, she had at least reached Bai Gaozheng's level. Of course,