Lu Ye saw at a glance that Xuan Huai could draw upon external power more easily than ordinary cultivators.
Ten thousand years of effort had not been without reward for Xuan Huai. Though he was not currently a Son of the Star Abyss, having labored for that will for so many years, how could he possibly have gained no benefits at all?
If his scheme succeeded this time, the status of Son of the Star Abyss would surely be his. Perhaps there would be even greater benefits besides. Otherwise, why would someone like him willingly endure ten thousand bitter years in a place like this?
Just as success was within reach, someone had suddenly come to obstruct him. How could he tolerate that?
He arrived in towering rage, his power surging without the slightest restraint. At the tip of his spear, a point of cold gleam had condensed to the utmost extreme.
Then he saw the Human Race cultivator standing where he was raise his long saber and slash down fiercely.
The instant saber and spear collided, both Xuan Huai and Lu Ye shuddered. Brilliant light burst from their eyes as each secretly marveled at the other's formidable physical strength.
Lu Ye's physical strength came from the Dragon Vein body he had acquired not long ago, while Xuan Huai's came from countless years of accumulation and refinement. He had begun as a spirit creature, a locust tree from some realm that had gained sentience. The long years of cultivation had built his physical foundation to its peak.
Yet when cultivators fought, physical strength was merely an aid. What truly determined victory or defeat was the strength of their cultivation.
In that regard, Xuan Huai had absolute confidence.
Ten thousand years ago, he had already been a Cosmos-tier City Lord-level powerhouse.