The entire arena fell deathly silent.
Ji Xuan, who had been about to charge forward, forcibly halted his steps, his eyes nearly bulging from their sockets.
"What... what kind of external incarnation is this?!"
Ji Xuan was completely thrown into disarray.
In the ordinary cultivation world, an external incarnation having thirty or forty percent of the main body's combat power was already the limit. Moreover, they were extremely fragile; the slightest carelessness could trigger a backlash from the main body's cultivation technique.
Yet these four incarnations before him possessed vast and condensed auras, True Essence surging within them like a tidal wave. They were practically four living, breathing Chen Changqings.
Even more outrageous, the weapons in the hands of these four incarnations were all genuine top-grade and high-grade Immortal Artifacts.
The low-grade immortal sword in Lu Chengfeng's hand suddenly shook, nearly slipping from his grasp and falling to the ground.
He looked at the Immortal Execution Sword in Chen Changqing's main body's hand, then at the divine weapons held by the four incarnations.
One quasi-Postnatal Spirit Treasure.
Four high-grade Immortal Artifacts.
This was not a Holy Son of a sect going out to gain experience. This was clearly a mobile treasure vault of an ancient immortal house.
Even if they turned the Treasure Pavilion of the True Martial Immortal Sect upside down, the younger generation would not be able to assemble such an extravagantly lavish lineup.
The nine Fire Phoenix phantoms behind Huang Tiannü dimmed somewhat in that instant. Her red lips hung wide open, and she could not close them for a long while.
Dharma Wheel Monk's golden Arhat Dharma Wheel shook violently several times, and the scripture he had been chanting caught in his throat.
"Amitabha... such a divine ability is beyond anything I have ever seen."
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