"If you two insist on staying here, then I will kill you!"
His cool voice rang out across the area. In an instant, the two gazes fixed on him turned hostile.
"Since when did a mere seventh-level Qi Refining cultivator dare throw his weight around in front of us?"
The man in green on the left barked a rebuke. A flying sword shaped like a swimming fish shot out from behind him, hurtling straight toward Xu Yuan.
A high-grade flying sword, and a shoddy one at that. Are all cultivators outside the three sects this weak?
Seeing the certainty of victory in his opponent's eyes, Xu Yuan chuckled inwardly. Then he spread his fingers and caught that streak of cold light in his hand.
Earth yin baleful energy tempering his body, a supreme body-refining art, the hidden boost from Dragon Blood Enhancement, and, most importantly, the Martial Dao Sacred Embryo—by Xu Yuan's own estimate, his physical strength now approached the ninth level of Body Tempering, while his defenses far surpassed it!
As he was now, he simply thought nothing of a second-rate ninth-level Qi Refining cultivator wielding a shoddy flying sword.
Sparks kept flying from his palm, and the flying sword shredded the surrounding air. Yet no matter how the man in green strained with every ounce of strength he had, Xu Yuan remained utterly unmoved.
"Something's wrong!"
The pupils of the man in yellow beside him contracted. The physical strength this Hidden Moon Sect disciple had displayed was terrifying.
"Zhao Cheng, what are you still watching for? Are you waiting for him to kill me, then kill you too?"
The man in green panicked. Another magical artifact, shaped like a flying needle, shot from his body, but when it struck Xu Yuan, it seemed to do nothing beyond poking