The shock in True Person Xuankong's heart was beyond measure.
A mere martial artist could actually meet head-on a strike from him driving a magic treasure?
Who was he?
Late-stage Golden Core, a great true person!
At the Golden Core realm, that already made him a first-rate powerhouse, able to suppress ordinary mid-stage Golden Cores with a raise of his hand or a lift of his foot.
And this martial artist before him, merely at the middle stage of the Golden Body, could actually stand on equal footing with him?
If word of this spread, who would believe it?
In the eyes of the world, the path of the martial artist practically reached its limit at the early stage of the Golden Body.
Middle-stage Golden Body?
In the Cangnan Region, no one knew how many years had passed since such a thing had last been heard of.
A martial artist at this level, in True Person Xuankong's view, was still only a hair stronger than an ant, someone he could kill with a flip of his hand.
For a martial artist like Lu Lin, even without that connection to Yu Qing, if True Person Xuankong encountered him in the outside world, he would still certainly strike to eliminate him, never allowing the martial dao's fortune to grow too much.
True Person Xuankong suppressed the stormy waves in his heart. At his dantian, his Golden Core blazed with light, and a vast torrent of pure spiritual power poured backward like rivers, madly surging into the flying sword that had been sent hurtling back.
Buzz—!
The flying sword let out a clear, resonant tremor. Light erupted along its blade, and it exhaled a chilling sword radiance a hundred meters long. It snapped through the air, its speed rising by another thirty percent,