Spirit Transmutation Edict

After killing Nangong Xuanyu again, Chen Mobai shook his head a little boredly.

To tell the truth, in these two fights, he had not even broken a sweat.

They had not even been as difficult as when he had still been in the Foundation Establishment Realm and fought Wenren Xuewei and her group. Back then, he had at least used several moves, and some people had even been able to make him feel pressure.

It could only be said that the upper-level cultivators on the Immortal Sect's side had enjoyed Peaceful Reign for too long.

Their combat experience could be called frail.

However, Lesser Red Heaven had now opened the Nascent Soul Arena, so this flaw should be made up for in the future.

He only hoped that before the World Opening War, these Nascent Souls of the Immortal Sect could raise their battle standards.

Thinking this, Chen Mobai signaled to the Water Immortal beside him. The latter looked with some wariness as he withdrew the Tushita Fire in his palm, then ended this arena match.

Before long, everyone had already withdrawn from Lesser Red Heaven.

It was still in that meeting room. The instant everyone came out, all their gazes looked in unison toward Chen Mobai, whose face was calm as wind and light as clouds.

And before Chen Mobai was Nangong Xuanyu, trembling all over, his face filled with disbelief.

"Do you know why orthodoxy will always be orthodoxy?"

Chen Mobai suddenly opened his mouth and asked Nangong Xuanyu a question. The latter raised his head. His ever-proud expression now held only self-doubt as he answered somewhat woodenly.

"Why?"

Chen Mobai smiled faintly and said words that shook everyone's minds like a great tremor.

"Because I am orthodoxy!"

What confidence, what arrogance this was.

Because he was orthodoxy,