Shan Wangyuan was now a standard [peak True Form Realm] cultivator.
As far as Ling Wuyuan was concerned.
Shan Wangyuan's current state was more or less like this—perfect for serving as a fairly accurate baseline unit for calculating combat power.
Basically.
Anyone within the [True Form Realm] who was far stronger than Shan Wangyuan could not possibly be a normal cultivator.
Ling Wuyuan himself was a typical example.
And so was that fellow who was surely hiding certain secrets.
Overall.
In Ling Wuyuan's mind, Shan Wangyuan's strength was genuinely quite impressive, enough to be called a benchmark of power among all [True Form Realm cultivators].
Once one's strength reached Shan Wangyuan's level, one was actually already qualified to launch a charge toward the [Heart Domain Realm].
Thus, under normal circumstances, no matter which [True Form Realm] opponent he encountered, he should not have been swiftly defeated.
But tragedy being tragedy, he had encountered Ling Wuyuan—a multi-sided cheat player whose mechanics and stats were both absurdly overpowered. He could only be swiftly eliminated once again, logged out on the spot yet again, never getting to experience his own shining moment. It was truly stifling and helpless~
And today, three months later.
Within the inner courtyard of the [Ice Erosion Cold Boat], a place resembling a pocket dimension.
Ling Wuyuan, who was about to take part in the sixth round of matches, could not help but reveal a smile when he looked at the name of the opponent he would face tomorrow.
"Shen Zhenhai, Rogue Cultivator—"
"From the [Lingbo Martial Domain]—"
"Let me see just how capable you really are..."
Now that he knew the name of the opponent he had long been looking forward to, and that the other party would fight him tomorrow, Ling Wuyuan was in an exceptionally good