With Lu Bai's move, his formidable Golden Core-stage mana swept unchecked through the tavern.
There were no cultivators above the Golden Core stage present, however, so no one could accurately determine his exact level.
In truth, on the sixth day after embarking on the path of cultivation, Lu Bai had relied on his astonishing talent to effortlessly reach the late Golden Core stage.
And that was still far from his limit.
After all, he still had an ability called the Mental Time Chamber. As long as he wished, he could raise his cultivation to an unimaginable level at any time.
Perhaps because his cultivation had advanced too quickly, he couldn't control it perfectly, and he also lacked the magical treasures and divine abilities that cultivators were supposed to have.
But before an absolutely overwhelming cultivation level, those were all minor details.
His whole strategy was to overwhelm others with sheer power.
The tavern's ordinary patrons had long since fled at the first sign of trouble. Those still inside were mostly rogue cultivators looking for excitement and disciples from the various immortal sects.
When they saw Xi Ao Yan sent flying by a single palm strike of mana from Lu Bai, they were all incredulous, their expressions changing in shock.
"What!?"
"Who is this man? How can his cultivation be so profound?"
"Since when did Qingwang Sect have such a monster?"
"A once-in-a-century genius from the Yuhuo Cult was utterly helpless against him. Even the Holy Sons and Holy Daughters of the great holy lands would be no better, would they?"
It wasn't just the disciples from the other immortal sects. Even Qingwang Sect's own disciples were stunned by what they had witnessed.
More precisely, Fatty Feng and the others found it even harder to believe.
After all, they knew Lu