After several days of having his worldview overturned, Chen Lao had become taciturn.
The Young Sect Master of Lingyao Sect was the same.
This place was far too terrifying.
He was already a Spirit King. Although he was not among the most outstanding geniuses in Lingyao Sect,
outside, with his talent and cultivation, he was still considered a peerless genius.
Yet after only a few days of experience, he had begun to doubt his entire life.
This tribe called Qin—they were no longer human.
They did not need to cultivate to unleash spirit arts.
Even the old, weak, women, and children could do it. What kind of place had he come to?
Spirit King-level experts might not amount to much in Lingyao Sect, but outside, they were still grand experts rarely seen.
At the very least, within Dongling Kingdom, they were exceedingly rare.
But what about here?
Those crude brutes were actually Spirit Kings?
What the hell were Spirit Mark Warriors?
Although one could cultivate spirit marks after reaching the Spirit Master realm,
he had never heard of the term Spirit Mark Warrior.
And most unbelievable of all, there were actually a great many Spirit Kings here.
Though he had not seen them all, the ones he had encountered over the past few days already numbered more than a hundred.
The reason this Young Sect Master of Lingyao Sect knew this was simple.
Every time a Spirit King appeared, Chen Lao beside him would mutter something.
"Another one."
He had heard those four words no fewer than a hundred times.
Now, this Young Sect Master only hoped someone from the sect would come quickly and take him back.
At the same time, Chen Lao finally seemed to sense something. A glint flashed through his eyes as he muttered again.
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