Chu Duanliu was not, in truth, some ignorant backwoods demon.
On the contrary, having served beneath the Old Ancestor for many years, he and his brother had often heard the Old Ancestor speak of countless events across the Nine Provinces in their spare time.
It was precisely because he knew so much that he found this all the more absurd.
The Nine Provinces were vast, and geniuses were as numerous as crucian carp crossing a river.
Someone who could barely contend with a Wandering Void Sea cultivator while in the Cinnabar Flow Realm could already be considered quite gifted.
If one could fight above their realm as a Cinnabar Flow Perfection cultivator and defeat someone newly entered into the Wandering Void Sea Realm, they would be a resounding peerless monster, enough to make a name across the Nine Provinces.
But the problem was...
What was happening now was also a battle across realms.
Yet the gap was simply far too great!
The other party's cultivation aura was only around the Middle Cinnabar Flow Realm, nowhere near perfection.
And what about himself?
He was a genuine Wandering Void Sea Perfection cultivator!
How many realms lay between them?
Such a gulf, like an impassable heavenly chasm—how could any talent or foundation possibly bridge it?!
What horrified Chu Duanliu even more was...
The surging sea of blood beneath the other party's body felt both familiar and strange.
"Fusing a Dao Painting into the body?"
No.
Looking carefully, there were still faint differences to be seen.
But it was truly difficult to imagine what heaven-defying method could rival the Wandering Void Sea Realm's exclusive ability to fuse a Dao Painting into one's body!
Before he could figure it out...
A fair fist had already smashed viciously into Chu Duanliu's face.
In an instant.
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