Purple-robed Female Cultivator

Below the central arena, Luzhu watched the two combatants fiercely clash with their magic treasures in silence for a long while, secretly feeling immense pressure.

As powerful weapons that only cultivators at the Core Formation realm or above could wield, the might of magic treasures was beyond doubt.

Before this, Luzhu had only heard of them. Moreover, Luo Hong's Great Divine Abilities, which casually suppressed everything, had no reference value at all. Only now did she truly realize the fundamental gap in combat strength between Foundation Establishment Cultivators and Core Formation cultivators.

Jiang Tieshan stood below the arena at this moment, sensing the faint tremors occasionally coming from beneath his feet. He had already been left dazed by the power of Core Formation cultivators.

The grand King Ginseng Assembly was held once every cycle of sixty years, far too distant an interval for mortals. Most Cultivators Jiang Tieshan had encountered before had only been at the Qi Refining Stage.

The sight of a giant hammer flying about and a brocade handkerchief blanketing the sky had far exceeded his understanding.

"May I ask, miss, which of these two Immortal Elders has the better chance of winning?"

"It should be the purple-robed Senior."

Luzhu answered without taking her eyes off the battle.

"Hmph! What audacity! With your mere Foundation Establishment cultivation, you dare pass judgment on my master!"

No sooner had Luzhu spoken than a rebuke came from beside her. Three men and women dressed in hunting garb were glaring furiously at her.

"Are you the arena guardian's disciples?"

Though Luzhu knew she had caused trouble, she turned her head and asked without fear.

"That is correct! Fellow Daoist, your cultivation is profound, and we ordinarily should not provoke you. But our master cannot be insulted. Please accompany us onto the arena