Xiang Jingcheng's body staggered backward, his eyes filled with resentment and unwillingness. Then his entire body suddenly exploded into a cloud of Blood Mist.
When Xiang Zongyan and Xiang Xu Fu saw this scene, their hair stood on end. They had never imagined that seeing a Creation Realm expert about to arrive, the man before them would not think of how to flee, but would instead kill another one.
Did he feel he could not escape, so killing one more would at least make it worth it?
Or did he think his own strength was enough to withstand someone at the Initial Stage Creation Realm?
The Creation Realm experts of the Forgetfulness River Race, whether in the cultivation techniques they practiced or the Creation Mystic Treasures they held, were superior to those of Tier 8 Races.
This had to do with their own talent, but even more with the difference in the height on which they stood.
The resources a Ninth-Order race could provide were unimaginable to races below the Ninth-Order. As long as you displayed talent, all resources would be automatically allocated into place.
You did not need to go out and brave dangers in search of resources, nor did you need to risk your life against other cultivators. All that was required was to raise your own Cultivation Realm.
Of course, cultivators among Ninth-Order races did not lack killing and battle. They were not flowers in a greenhouse, either. They possessed every bit of the basic state of mind cultivators should have, and could even be better.
Under such circumstances, how could other races possibly be mentioned in the same breath as these cultivators of Ninth-Order races? Ninth-Order races would only grow stronger and stronger, unless a true monster in the real sense appeared among the other races.