Those Merging Dao cultivators who dared enter this place to seize the Sub-Treasure were basically all at the Merging Dao Peak. Only with such strength were they qualified to take part.
In terms of cultivation, there was not much difference between them. That meant their fundamental Dao power was nearly equal. What truly created a gap were their Dao Soldiers and combat methods, especially the latter, which often determined life and death.
The Merging Dao cultivator who had attacked Lu Ye could not imagine that someone in this world could receive his full-force strike barehanded without relying on a Dao Soldier.
This utterly defied reason. His full-force blow contained two hundred and forty-nine Dao marks. What kind of Merging Dao cultivator could possess such strength while unarmed?
In that instant, he almost suspected that he had encountered a Dao Integration cultivator.
Then he saw Lu Ye's other hand clench into a fist and smash toward his face.
I'll die! A warning surged wildly in his heart, and he immediately tried to retreat backward. But it was already too late. After a fleeting moment of terror, his consciousness sank away into darkness.
Lu Ye did not slow his steps. He merely casually shook the blood from his hand and continued onward as though strolling through a garden.
Elsewhere, the bald Merging Dao cultivator was forcibly enduring his opponent's attacks as he tried to leave this place. When he had first seen Lu Ye, he had not paid much attention to him. Calling out "Brother Gao" had merely been an attempt to divert disaster eastward.
Yet after Lu Ye responded, he quickly sensed that something was wrong. Lu Ye had been too calm—calm enough to make one uneasy.
Naturally, he did not dare remain for long under such circumstances. He vaguely sensed