Who are you calling a bastard? Five mysterious cultivators wore gray robes over black martial attire.
The leader was a Qi Sea Realm cultivator, while the other four were all in the Martial Spring Realm.
The bearded middle-aged cultivator immediately began grappling with Huang Zhongxing and the other man. The true qi reserves within the qi seas of two Qi Sea Realm cultivators were by no means comparable to the true qi stored in the meridians of cultivators in the Lower Three Realms.
Within a radius of thirty yards, everyone's circulation of true qi was suppressed by the pressure created as those two Qi Sea Realm cultivators released their true qi.
Only Wu Nong and the other four gray-robed Martial Spring Realm cultivators could barely withstand this pressure and circulate their true qi.
The gap between major realms was like a heavenly chasm.
Only unreasonable existences that transcended the cultivation system itself, such as innate divine abilities or Innate Sword Intent, could barely cross the limitations of a major realm.
Qi Condensation was like fireflies, Martial Spring like candlelight, while Qi Sea Realm cultivators were like the sun before these second- and third-realm cultivators.
"Hah!"
Without the slightest hesitation, Wu Nong suddenly charged forward, forcing his own body to face the encirclement of two gray-robed Martial Spring Realm cultivators, taking on two alone.
Wu Nong's fighting style was exceptionally ferocious. He completely abandoned all defense, his fists carrying explosive force as they shot straight for one man's face. His Martial Spring erupted, his momentum like racing thunder. What he sought was injury for injury, life for life.
He lunged forward, driving his Martial Spring with all his strength as he attacked one of the Martial Spring Realm cultivators before him, leaving himself completely open.
This utterly reckless assault made the