Xuan Ming Decides

Mahayana Stage experts were the peak combat force in the Cultivation World. Yet this time, more than ten Mahayana Stage experts had come to this Cultivation Star, and the news sent a shock through Xuan Ming. With so many experts dispatched, they clearly wouldn't give up until they got what they wanted. Those scheming behind this were likely already certain of victory.

Beside him, several experts from the Mysterious Spirit Bee Race also turned pale when they heard the news. They were furious, and many of the clansmen stared fixedly at Xuan Ming, waiting to see what he would decide.

"Clan Leader, please make a decision!" Xuan Ning spoke, his expression grief-stricken. "The highest cultivation in our clan is yours, but you're only at Integrated Body Late Stage. Although you can easily kill Great Perfection Integrated Body cultivators, you have no chance against Mahayana Stage experts—especially not when more than ten of them have come this time."

Once cultivators reached Mahayana Stage, their strength underwent a qualitative leap. They could no longer be judged by ordinary standards; the difference between them and Body Integration Realm cultivators was like heaven and earth. Although the Mysterious Spirit Bee Race's assassination arts were peerless, allowing them to merge into the void, Mahayana Stage cultivators could draw upon the power of heaven and earth and clearly sense its every shift. Their assassination arts posed little threat to them.

"Indeed, Clan Leader. Our assassination arts can't deal with those Mahayana Stage experts either." Another cultivator spoke, his voice utterly helpless. "If only our clan had a Mahayana Stage expert. Their cultivation wouldn't be far below those people's, and they could merge into the void even better. Even Mahayana Stage experts would have a hard time detecting them. Then we'd have a real chance of killing