"H-he actually wounded the sect master! H-how is that possible?! The sect master is already at the peak of the Seventh-Heaven Immortal King level, not far from breaking through to the eighth-heaven immortal king realm!"
Ma Zhifei cried out in disbelief.
Yuan Zhixing gritted his teeth and said angrily, "Where the hell did this damned bastard come from? How can he be so absurdly powerful?!"
"His actual cultivation is only in the second-heaven immortal king realm! Yet he's already unleashed three Imperial Arts and three Spirit Treasures."
"And the Imperial Art he just used to wound the sect master was terrifyingly powerful. It was clearly far stronger than his other two Imperial Arts—they aren't even in the same league!"
Zhang Changsheng looked equally incredulous. "Exactly. That bastard is a complete monster. He can already wound the sect master with cultivation in only the second-heaven immortal king realm."
"Even if that injury is insignificant to the sect master, wouldn't he truly be able to fight him head-on if he reached the Immortal King Third Heaven?"
Even Ning Wangshu had not expected Immortal Descent of the Nine Heavens, a move within the Jade Pool Flying Immortal Technique, to possess such terrifying power. This was his first time truly unleashing it.
But although he had successfully wounded Yu Bofang, his own injuries were far more severe.
In particular, his earlier bloody battle with Yu Bofang and the others had already left him covered in wounds, and the Zhe Technique simply could not heal him fast enough. Although the Jade Pool Flying Immortal Technique could barely wound Yu Bofang, Ning Wangshu knew that it was still nowhere near posing a genuine threat to him.
If this continued, he could hold out for a while longer, but his injuries would only worsen. In the end,