Feng Jun had already guessed how the other party might react. Seeing him flee, he flicked his wrist and put the bead away again.
At the same time, a trace of disdain curled at the corner of his lips.
The slightly plump man's True Nascent Soul had not truly fled far away. He had merely dispersed in an instant to prevent the other party from locking onto his aura and taking any unfavorable action.
His True Nascent Soul was now concealed more than ten thousand li away, watching Feng Jun coldly. He had also seen that flicker of disdain.
Did he want to get angry? Of course he did, somewhat. But the issue now was that he first had to figure out what the other party was thinking—the thread of aura had been weak, yet its intent was exceedingly profound, far beyond his own and even beyond any Spirit Severing True Lord he had encountered.
In other words, the aura Feng Jun carried had at minimum been left behind by a Great Venerable of the Body Integration Stage.
Moreover, this thread of aura was not only extraordinarily profound in intent, but also carried an air of desolation, antiquity, and feelings that could not be described. In short, the origins of this great power were exceptional, and his foundation was unquestionably orthodox.
That alone might not necessarily have frightened a Spirit-Release Venerable. The crucial point was that this thread of aura was fresh and active. In other words, Feng Jun had not obtained some ancient fortuitous opportunity—the great power was still alive and had personally given this to him!
That fact was terrifying upon closer consideration. At the very least, a Great Venerable of the Body Integration Stage was currently watching over Feng Jun!
As for the slight possibility that this