On the rooftop.
Star Protector, who seemed to have melted into the snow, silently watched the scene unfolding in the courtyard.
Then he slowly shook his head, muttering inwardly.
"Without a divine fetus, it isn't worth taking such a risk for a mere statue with nothing but an empty shell!"
Having made up his mind, he quietly withdrew.
He knew full well that if he drew Hong Minghu here, he would be no match for him.
As for divine descendant transformation, the more he understood it, the less he dared to use such a method lightly.
Each use meant slipping one step closer toward the abyss of losing one's mind.
There had already been many cases within the cult of martial artists who had completely lost their sanity.
Elsewhere.
As the person on the roof retreated, Jiang Ning's gaze settled fully upon the man before him.
At that moment.
The man looked at Jiang Ning, his eyes filled with confidence and composure.
That composure was not confidence in his own strength.
It was confidence in the Star Protector who would soon arrive.
Star Protector was a fifth-rank Internal Strength Realm martial artist. His inner force had reached the stage of condensing the intangible into the tangible, and its depth was already as vast and surging as a river.
Inner force of such abundance was far stronger than that of fifth-rank Internal Strength Realm martial artists who had only recently condensed their inner force.
Not to mention that the one before him was merely a youth cultivating both internal and external arts.
At his age, being able to cultivate both paths and reach the stage of condensing the intangible into the tangible was indeed remarkable.
But so what?
Dual cultivation of internal and external arts was still dual cultivation of internal