At that moment, Marquis Xuangang finally felt the shadow of death closing in. Never in all his life had he felt so powerless.
He knew he was no match for Chen Changming anymore.
This seemingly ordinary middle-aged man was a monster wearing the shell of a Void Refinement Realm cultivator. His true physical strength and combat power far exceeded anything Marquis Xuangang had imagined.
Marquis Xuangang had once reached the Tenth Layer of the Fusion Realm, just one step from the Mahayana Realm. He had seen countless brilliant cultivators in his lifetime: prodigies of the Ancient Human Clan, monstrous talents among humans, and overlords of the Demon Race. But never had he seen someone who defied the heavens like this—
With only a Void Refinement Realm cultivation, Chen Changming had taken a full-force blow from someone at the Second Layer of the Fusion Realm without so much as changing expression. Such terrifying power to fight above his realm was simply unheard of.
Seeing Marquis Xuangang panic and the aura within the bloody light plummet, Chen Changming gave a cold laugh, his tone edged with disdain. "Marquis Xuangang, you're making too much of this. What's the Second Layer of the Fusion Realm? Even a cultivator at the Third Layer of the Fusion Realm wouldn't get the better of me!"
"You're actually that powerful..."
Marquis Xuangang fell silent, his voice carrying a hollow, defeated loneliness.
He no longer tried to drive the bloody light to attack. He let the aura of cultivation within it fall and dissipate, fading bit by bit like a candle guttering in the wind.
At that moment, he accepted his fate completely.
Before him stood a monstrous Body Cultivator talent unlike any he had seen in his life. Chen Changming's ability to fight above his realm was terrifying,