Hearing the discussion below, Wuxiang Zhenren, standing high in the air, couldn't help sneering in disdain. "A bunch of frogs at the bottom of a well. How dare you claim that My Lord can't withstand these three men's attacks?"
"How could you possibly know what kind of existence My Lord is? These three are nothing but a few barnyard fowl and mongrel dogs before him!"
Wuxiang Zhenren had personally experienced just how formidable Ning Wangshu was. He had also learned from Ning Wangshu that his true cultivation had already surpassed the Mahayana Stage—he was someone who had once ascended.
Though the laws of heaven and earth kept Ning Wangshu from bringing his full strength to bear, the spiritual power he could use had still reached the Nascent Soul Late stage.
It was far beyond what someone in the early-stage Nascent Soul could match.
"Still, that bald monk's Buddhist art is indeed extraordinary. It's far more powerful than the techniques he used before."
"Though I still have techniques I haven't used, with my strength, I should only be able to edge him out by half a step. I don't have an overwhelming advantage."
Wuxiang Zhenren thought to himself.
However, the incomplete formation art cast by the Refining Soul Old Ancestor and the bronze ancient lamp brought out by Ling Daoyi had left him quite shaken.
He could sense the immense sealing power contained in the Refining Soul Old Ancestor's incomplete formation art.
As for the beast formed from the flames gushing out of Ling Daoyi's bronze ancient lamp... its ferocious might was simply overwhelming.
He reckoned that if he had to face the Refining Soul Old Ancestor and Ling Daoyi himself, he could probably only fight the Refining Soul Old Ancestor to a draw at most, and would be no match