Chong Xuzi stared blankly at Xu Yi, his feelings a tangled mess of anger and nameless emotions. Suddenly, he understood why the Sect Master Senior Brother valued this young man's talent so highly.
In terms of strength, intelligence, and adaptability, Xu Yi was unlike anyone Chong Xuzi had ever seen among the younger generation.
Take the situation before them: it had been entirely under his control, yet Xu Yi had seized upon its crux and, with just a few words, wrested it completely from him.
If Xu Yi were not at the Fifth Turn of True Essence, Chong Xuzi could hardly have resisted the urge to cherish his talent and protect him with all his might.
But no matter how gifted Xu Yi was, he was destined to be unable to reach the Point Origin stage—unless the Saint Clan bestowed its exclusive Point Origin Secret Method upon him. And that was unthinkable. Who would give an outsider the core secret upon which a clan's rise and fall depended?
When all was said and done, Wang Qianqiu's cultivation ceiling had been sealed shut.
Chong Xuzi could not offend all the Purple Abode Lords, the future hopes of the Donghua Immortal Sect, for the sake of a junior who was destined never to achieve a true core.
Despite the Purple Abode Lords' furious shouts, Xu Yi stood with his arms behind his back, unmoving and unperturbed, ignoring them all.
That look of contempt, as if these young upstarts were nothing to fear, finally fanned the Purple Abode Lords' fury to its peak.
The Purple Abode Lord who had made the argument about combat strength could no longer hold back. He was the first to attack Xu Yi.
A streak of light slammed straight into Xu Yi's chest. Xu Yi spat out a