Of course, it was also because Tang Xuan himself had been heavily wounded that Yang Dingtian had been able to kill him so easily.
If Tang Xuan had been at his peak, they probably would have fought for three days and three nights before a victor could be determined.
Yang Dingtian sheathed his sword and stood upright, his body straight and his aura steady.
The Central Continent truly was a good place to temper oneself!
Yang Lingtian watched quietly from the side, his face devoid of expression.
This result had been within his expectations from the start.
Yang Dingtian's strength had always allowed him to fight above his level, and his battle prowess was comparable to that of the Early Divine Sect Realm.
Dealing with an ordinary Early Divine Sect Realm cultivator who was seriously wounded was naturally as easy as reaching for something in his pocket.
He slowly walked over to Tang Xuan's corpse and swept it with his divine sense.
A moment later, his brows furrowed slightly.
Aside from several ordinary-quality magic treasures and some Healing Pills, Tang Xuan was so poor that his pockets practically rattled.
The only thing that caught his attention was a pearl clutched tightly in Tang Xuan's palm.
Yang Lingtian reached out and beckoned, and the pearl flew into his palm.
The pearl was about the size of a longan. Its entire body had a chaotic gray color, its surface was smooth, and it felt slightly cool to the touch.
Upon sensing it carefully, he could detect a strange and obscure fluctuation within.
It was neither spiritual energy nor divine power, and even less the power of laws.
"What is this?" A trace of puzzlement appeared in Yang Lingtian's eyes.
With his knowledge, he actually could not identify the pearl's origin or purpose.