Seeing the Small Reveals the Great, and Merit and Fault Judged Separately

Ye Xiu watched the humiliation unfold from the sidelines.

Daoist Huai Jin's cultivation was naturally beyond anything Qiu Yu could compare to. Even if he refrained from dealing a killing blow out of consideration for the sect behind him, fighting across realms was, under normal circumstances, an unfair humiliation to begin with.

Daoist Qiu Yu unleashed every method at his disposal, even bringing out several rather fine Dharma treasures. Among them, the modified spirit gun had even caught True Person Huai Jin off guard and pierced his protective spell. Unfortunately, its ammunition was ultimately limited. Not only did it fail to achieve any tangible results, it instead stoked True Person Huai Jin's anger even further.

After half an hour, Qiu Yu, kneeling on the ground, had been soaked in blood and turned into a bloody figure.

He collapsed on the ground, gulping down breaths. Beneath that battered, wretched form, however, the hatred in his eyes only grew thicker.

A cultivator who had dared to step forward and make his own way in the world would not be so easily crushed. Besides, he still had hope in his heart.

Ye Xiu remained impassive, while True Person Huai Jin at his side took apart the modified spirit gun with great interest.

Among ordinary spirit guns, those capable of threatening a Core Formation cultivator were already exceedingly rare masterpieces. Yet this gun had shot forth like lightning, its power immense, and had even broken through his protective spell. It had truly startled him.

Had spirit guns already developed to such a degree? Perhaps those mysterious, mumbling fellows in the sect had not been joking after all?

True Person Huai Jin fixed his gaze on Ye Xiu.

The spread of spirit guns had proceeded without obstruction throughout the cultivation world, even sparking several fierce