Playing Dumb
The Cangming Guard were the prince's personal attendants!
To put it simply, if Tantai Ming hadn't gone to the pleasure house back then and wanted to keep it from his brother-in-law Deng Yao, and had brought even two or three langjiangs by his side, Luo Fengming would never have had the chance to get close to him.
In terms of single combat, this group of men might not compare to true heavenly prodigies.
Yet as long as they unfolded military formations and techniques, those so-called direct disciples would understand what it meant to possess a full suite of methods yet nowhere to use them.
To speak with utter disrespect.
Even their commander, Deng Yao, who revealed a noble flood dragon immortal body, would only be nailed to the ground and struggle frantically if hit by these three long spears.
"This!"
Langjiang Song's pupils constricted, staring fixedly at the young man's muscular upper body.
He saw the muscles all over his body seem to come alive, squeezing continuously until the shattered ice shards were forced out of the wounds. After that, the oozing plasma boiled like demon fire, evaporating the ice shards into wisps of white mist.
By the time the white mist dissipated, Lin Shu's skin had returned to normal, and even the faint scars were vanishing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
At the level of the Nascent Soul Late Stage.
Cultivators competed not merely in the superiority of their methods, but in their entire Dao path.
All were flawless jade; if anyone had even the slightest blemish on their body, it would be infinitely magnified.
The foundation laid from humble beginnings, any flaws appearing along the entire cultivation path, would become fatal weaknesses during spell combat.
And Lin Shu's Dao path was flawless.
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