Was the opponent weak?
To be honest.
In Ling Wuyuan's perception, the opponent's strength was actually decent.
At the very least, judging solely by the amount of true essence within his body, the opponent was roughly equivalent to 1.3 Gao Xinrongs.
At any rate, among cultivators of the same generation, he certainly could not be considered weak.
Under normal circumstances.
When faced with a challenger of this strength.
Ling Wuyuan did not mind letting him waste a little of his time.
What if—just what if—the other party had some unique trick that could make one's eyes light up?
If he did not take a look.
It would be somewhat regrettable in the end.
But now, Ling Wuyuan had only just left [Youyue Great Marsh] and still had other matters to attend to.
This directly turned the other party into a tragedy...
He had not even finished his opening remarks before he miserably collapsed on the spot.
At the same time.
As the other party fell and could not rise again.
Becoming a tragedy in everyone's hearts.
The hearts of many who had originally wanted to watch the situation a little longer immediately went cold by more than half...
One had to understand.
Over the past twenty days.
Ever since Ling Wuyuan and the others successfully entered [Youyue Great Marsh].
As the battle between Ling Wuyuan and Gao Xinrong gradually spread.
Countless people who thought highly of themselves and believed themselves far stronger than Gao Xinrong had swarmed in from all directions like sharks that had caught the scent of blood.
They intended to block Ling Wuyuan while he was here.
After all, this was a rare opportunity, was it not?
As people who lived reclusively within [Ice Mist Snow Island].
Other than in a situation like this.
It was difficult