Liu Yunfeng was still at the first level of Xiantian, but his cultivation had stabilized.
The two men before him, however, were Prince's Mansion guards. Their strength was far from ordinary: both were at the first level of True Condensation. Anywhere in Lanzhou, they would be renowned experts.
The Cloud Crushing Force they cultivated was also an exceptionally profound True Condensation technique.
"A mere Xiantian dares to fight back? You're asking to die!"
True Essence surged out like a waterfall. With a single strike, Liu Yunfeng was sent flying, crashing into a nearby hill and smashing it apart.
"Condensing True Martial Artists!" Only after hitting the ground did Liu Yunfeng realize what had happened. His opponent had unleashed True Essence, which was why he'd been so helpless!
But once he understood, fear seized him. Could the lord he served withstand Condensing True Martial Artists?
"That lord was only an Innate Martial Artist before. It's been barely over a month. How could he possibly defeat Condensing True Martial Artists?!"
Despair consumed Liu Yunfeng. His True Qi scattered, and his injuries rapidly worsened.
"Hahaha! As expected of a little Xiantian weakling. One move and you're already finished. You're really pathetic!"
"Brother Ji, don't put it that way. This is just a backwater. How can they compare to people of our standing? Reaching Xiantian is already a stroke of immense fortune for these folks!"
"Third Brother, you're right. They're nothing but commoners. The fact that one of them could withstand a single move from me is already impressive. I was expecting too much!"
The two men played off each other, belittling the Black Wind Stockade's Martial Artists as worthless. No one dared to answer back. Even the stockade's strongest man had been unable to withstand a single blow from their opponent; if the