It seemed so.
Since Liu Dongqing's reputation had suddenly soared.
This was the first time he had fought someone with spells and attacks yet gained nothing.
But in truth.
Everyone in the world knew the weight of Liu Dongqing's achievement: suppressing, at the same time, one person who had fused the inheritances of the Supreme Origin Immortal Sect and the South Flower Dao Sect, and one Dao Lord who was the leader of the Innate Sacred Sect!
What was more.
The more a Spirit Transformation Dao Lord came from the Southern Border, the more clearly and deeply they understood the great deed Liu Dongqing had accomplished.
His result of fighting two enemies alone was already Liu Dongqing's invisible gain.
As for the more tangible rewards.
They had practically arrived the instant this bloody battle faded away, following close behind.
On the spot.
The figures of the Old Dao Lord and the Awakened Spirit, Illuminating Essence Dao Lord had vanished.
After leaving behind those harsh words that sounded more like empty posturing.
Liu Dongqing continued slowly rising into the air on his own.
And above the space where he floated.
Within the shallows of the Sumeru Turbulent Flow.
A bloody battle led by the Dragon-Riding Old Devil and Elephant Spirit had originally continued without pause.
But.
The instant the result of the deeper battle reached this seemingly exceptionally tragic battlefield.
The instant Liu Dongqing's completely unrestrained aura of Dao arts swept toward this battlefield like a scorching wave surging into the heavens.
The bloody slaughter of the previous moment seemed almost like a fleeting illusion.
In an instant.
As if by unspoken agreement.
All the cultivators who had remained here and jointly brought about this bloody assault scattered in every direction in the blink of an eye!
It was as though