Lang Yue of Luoxia Sect lay on the ground, gazing up at the sky. He felt as if several bones in his body had been broken.
"A crude Body Cultivator!"
His heart trembled. He could not understand it at all.
He had traveled over mountains and rivers to reach the Dao Sect because he wanted to spar with the prodigies of the Four Great Sects.
He wanted to see their Spiritual Artifacts, witness their techniques, and experience their methods—to broaden his horizons and find the gap between them.
"Why? Why does it have to be a Body Cultivator?"
Even in Luoxia Sect, there were barely any disciples who practiced Body Tempering.
How could the Dao Sect, a sacred cultivation ground everyone yearned for, have such a low-end existence as a Body Cultivator?
Even more devastatingly, everything had happened too suddenly. His opponent's explosive power had been far too strong, leaving Lang Yue unable to react in time.
Those involved were blind to the situation, while those watching saw it clearly.
Only after hearing the spectators' cries of surprise did he realize that his opponent had not even used a technique. He had merely used Martial Arts?
Lang Yue felt a mouthful of old blood surge upward, making him unbearably uncomfortable!
He had indeed come to broaden his horizons, but he had never expected them to be broadened this damn much!
He even felt that this Dao Sect disciple opposite him was deliberately humiliating him.
Was he actually too disdainful to use a technique?
I came to seek guidance with such a good attitude, and this is how you humiliate me?
--Body Cultivators really are crude!
The victor had been decided. Amid the surrounding discussion, Chu Huai Xu stepped forward a few paces.
Looking at Lang Yue, who lay on the