Zhao Lie's expression changed from defiance to astonishment, then to utter disbelief.
They were both in the Golden Core Realm, and he himself had reached the Perfected Golden Core Realm. By all rights, he should have had almost no rivals among those of the same realm in the entire Heavenly Origin Realm. How could he have been frightened by nothing more than a look from the other party?
It was not just him. Everyone who witnessed this had the same thought.
This was Zhao Lie.
Perfected Golden Core Realm, a special constitution, Dragon-Tiger Force.
Yet he could not withstand a single look from the "Crow Venerable."
Among everyone present, only Xu Changqing understood the situation most clearly.
Zhurong was his Fire Spiritual Root avatar. Every fire-attribute cultivation technique and spell he possessed had been maxed out, and he also had the divine ability, "Myriad Insect Matriarch's Nest."
Although Zhao Lie's Dragon-Tiger Force was fierce and unyielding, fire overcame metal. His Spiritual Root was inherently restrained.
On top of that, Zhurong's cultivation techniques had no flaws whatsoever. That seemingly ordinary glance was actually an attack from the origin of the Fire Spiritual Root, making it even stronger—and more terrifying—than a spell.
Zhao Lie took a deep breath, wanting to forcefully break through this inexplicable suppression. But the instant his spiritual power began to circulate, his chest tightened, as though an invisible blaze were burning across his body. Even the dragon-tiger phantom dimmed somewhat.
His Metal Spiritual Root in particular seemed to have encountered its natural predator. It actually became "wilted," and even his Dragon-Tiger Force grew weaker and weaker.
As for the black tiger beside him, it was in an even sorrier state. It buried its head beneath its forepaws, not daring to look at Zhurong even once more.
At last,