Victory Formula

As the enormous mountain-like metal gate slowly closed, leaving not a single gap.

With no more onlookers to disturb them, Pei Suxia finally stopped pretending to be an aloof expert and acting cold.

Unable to restrain her curiosity, she immediately pressed Ling Wuyuan for an answer:

"How did you kill him just now?"

She was as impatient as a curious child.

After all,

although she had stood beside Ling Wuyuan from beginning to end, she truly had not understood how he had done it.

If he could easily kill an Enlightened Intent Realm cultivator in an instant, Pei Suxia could completely understand that.

Put plainly,

Ling Wuyuan's strength was right there.

For him to kill an opponent of that level was truly as easy as lifting a hand.

But if he claimed that he could kill the target with that tiny, insignificant mass of compressed air... she genuinely could not understand it.

It was like being able to understand Tyson punching a kindergarten child to death, yet absolutely being unable to understand Tyson casually blowing out a breath and turning that child into a mist of blood. That simply made no sense!!

Ling Wuyuan had no intention of hiding anything and answered carelessly:

"It was very simple."

"I only needed to use Abyssal Divine Speed to accelerate that mass of compressed air and make it accurately strike each of his weak points."

At the very least, it truly sounded simple when it came out of his mouth.

But to Pei Suxia's ears,

it was like saying that putting an elephant into a refrigerator only took three steps.

One: Open the refrigerator.

Two: Put the elephant inside.

Three: Close the refrigerator.

It sounded logical while being utterly illogical, like pure nonsense.

In an instant,

Pei Suxia felt as though Ling Wuyuan