Xu Xiaoshou gasped sharply.
That smooth, flowing sequence of moves had truly shocked him to no small extent.
"Weren't they all... Taixu?"
Xu Xiaoshou's face turned green.
At last, he understood that even among Sovereign Stage cultivators, there could be an enormous gap.
Just as he could rely on his Innate cultivation, coupled with a body full of passive skills, to stand against a Throne.
Even if he could not kill the enemy, preserving his own life would certainly not be a problem.
This showed that on this continent, cultivation truly could not decide everything.
Yet conversely, most of the time, people were instead confined by the very concept of cultivation.
But to the truly powerful figures of the age, cultivation was merely one of their methods, absolutely not the whole of their strength.
And among Sovereign Stage cultivators, this was even more so.
"Yeah..."
Xu Xiaoshou's thoughts shifted, and he suddenly felt somewhat relieved.
Perhaps that realm was still exceedingly distant to him.
But for those at the upper echelons—the players who truly held the reins of the Heavenly Dao—Sovereign Stage cultivators were definitely not rare.
Yet while Sovereign Stage cultivators were not rare, throughout tens of thousands of years of Sword Immortal inheritance, there had been at most seven in each generation.
Was that not enough to explain something?...
Pfft!
From Cen Qiaofu's headless body, a pillar of blood shot into the heavens.
Gou Wuyue simply pinned him in place with his sword reversed, his unblinking eyes fixed on Ba Zunan.
Anyone could tell that it was a provocation.
Anyone who saw it would have their rage blaze skyward!
"You intend to provoke me?" Ba Zunan, however, did not even shift his gaze.
Even though Gou Wuyue had drawn his sword to blast apart Haitang'er's domain and severely