It turned out that the magic treasures of these three women were the clothes they wore. The three were merely Void Core cultivators, and their garments counted only as top-grade magic treasures, not yet advanced into Spirit Treasures. Thus, Yan Chihuo had broken them with a single sword strike. Even so, Peacock Fairy was secretly alarmed.
The three women's faces turned pale as they simultaneously spat out blood. They immediately became listless and weak, and everyone in the room felt Yan Chihuo to be even more unfathomable.
Peacock Fairy paid no heed to the three female cultivators and chased after him at once. In the blink of an eye, the two vanished. The three female cultivators slowly rose to their feet, knowing they could no longer catch up to Yan Chihuo and Peacock Fairy—and even if they did, they would be of no help.
The three women exchanged glances and all gave bitter smiles. Sheltered by Peacock Fairy, they had always swept through everything in their path. Having also formed Origin Cores, they had long looked down their noses at everyone else. Yet Yan Chihuo had defeated all three with a single sword strike, utterly shattering their confidence.
The three women turned and departed as well. The people in the room began discussing the matter.
"Shopkeeper, what is that man's background?" asked a cultivator at the middle stage of Tribulation Crossing. Though he knew asking would likely be useless, he could not help himself.
"How would I know who he is? When he arrived, he looked like nothing more than a Dao Foundation Stage cultivator, and he did not put on any airs. How was I supposed to see through him?" the shopkeeper replied.
After Yan Chihuo flew several hundred li out of Peacock City, he heard Peacock Fairy call