A Minor Conflict

Wang Qi looked exhausted, as though he could barely remain standing. But he knew that feeling was really nothing more than an illusion.

It was like a balloon that could originally hold more than a dozen cubic meters of air. Most of the air had been let out, leaving it shriveled, yet the air inside still vastly exceeded that of a tiny balloon with a capacity of less than a liter.

Wang Qi had merely expended a great deal of stamina, creating the illusion that his body was hollowed out. In truth, his physique was still many times stronger than that of an ordinary Foundation Establishment cultivator, and the mana within him could still support the expenditure of at least three to five spells.

Because Exiled Immortals were influenced by lingering memories, they were fundamentally not on the same path as modern cultivation. Before reaching perfected Golden Core, they could indeed cultivate faster than ordinary cultivators, but they could not grasp the mysteries of modern cultivation methods or wield their true essence. Judging from how those two had dodged Yue Luo Liuli's clumsy Sword Qi earlier, neither of them could withstand even one move from Wang Qi.

Therefore, when he first encountered the absurd scenario of murder and treasure theft, Wang Qi had not been frightened in the slightest. Even if he exhausted all his mana, he was not someone these two unawakened Exiled Immortals could handle.

Not to mention that Yue Luo Liuli's sword was now in his hand. At any moment, he could unleash power far greater than what he had displayed in the battle at Divine Capital. Even newly awakened Exiled Immortals would be no match for him.

"Enough, Xiao Qiu, hurry up and apologize and thank him! Can't you see it yet?" The Exiled Immortal who