After responding to Su Qingyue's complaint, Ling Wuyuan quickly turned his attention back to himself.
After a day of adjustment and adaptation, he had a general grasp of his current condition.
So he knew that, unpleasant as Su Qingyue's words had been, she had spoken the truth.
The poor souls taking part in this Yuting Martial Arts Tournament were bound to have a thoroughly miserable experience...
To put it bluntly, even Ling Wuyuan himself sincerely felt that he had become frighteningly strong. Ordinary opponents at his level could only dream of touching him, let alone actually hurting him.
And that was without even considering his ability to turn into gray mist automatically.
His protective True Essence alone was enough to strike fear into anyone at his level.
The strength of protective True Essence was usually determined by three factors.
First: the quantity of True Essence.
Second: the quality of True Essence.
Third: the cultivation techniques one practiced and the divine abilities one had mastered.
In all three respects, Ling Wuyuan had reached heights far beyond the grasp of his peers.
At the very least, after testing it herself, Su Qingyue was quite certain that, among all the True Form Realm cultivators still alive in the Silver Mist Sea Domain, perhaps no more than a handful had any chance of breaking through Ling Wuyuan's protective True Essence by force. And even that assumed he made no deliberate effort to defend himself.
If Ling Wuyuan did defend himself deliberately...
Honestly, no True Form Realm cultivator could break through that defense alone.
Even after mentally counting every True Form Realm cultivator she had ever encountered, Su Qingyue could not name a single one who might manage it...
What Su Qingyue did not know was that Ling Wuyuan's protective True Essence was the culmination