"Pfft..."
Ning Wangshu let out a derisive laugh and said coolly, "Who told you my cultivation was merely on par with yours?"
"Although the power I can currently use is only at the Nascent Soul level, that doesn't mean my cultivation ends there! It's only because the restrictions of this world I mentioned earlier are suppressing my true power."
"But even with those restrictions, the power I can use now is beyond the reach of a mere early-stage Nascent Soul cultivator like you."
"You're nothing but a frog at the bottom of a well. How dare you presume to judge my cultivation?"
"Did you really think I was making up those realms above the Nascent Soul stage—Soul Formation, Spirit Severing, Body Integration, Tribulation Transcendence, Mahayana, and all the others—just to bluff you?"
As he spoke, Ning Wangshu glanced at Wuxiang Zhenren and declared proudly, "Now I'll show you what true power looks like!"
"So you can stop being a frog at the bottom of a well!"
Ning Wangshu's arrogant demeanor clearly infuriated Wuxiang Zhenren, and he was about to retort.
But Ning Wangshu had already raised a hand and beckoned.
In the next instant, a massive, heavy cauldron shot out of his body!
It was none other than Ning Wangshu's Bahuang Zhentianding!
The moment Wuxiang Zhenren saw the cauldron, the retort that had been on the tip of his tongue died there. He stared at the Bahuang Zhentianding in terror.
Divine Radiance shimmered across its surface. Feeling the faint yet irresistible, heavenly might it exuded, he shuddered with fear!
"What... what kind of Magic Artifact is that? How... how can it have such terrifying power?"
Wuxiang Zhenren gaped, unable to suppress the fear welling up inside him. He swallowed with difficulty, his voice trembling.
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