"Hmph, just some tiny firecrackers."
Du Busi sneered, his face full of disdain.
"I have indeed seen those so-called seventh- and eighth-level Soul Cannons. They make quite a spectacle.
But to me, they are nothing more than noise.
Even if I stood there and let them bombard me, they would not even scratch my skin!"
Du Busi stared directly at Lu Chen, his tone carrying a warning.
"Brat, remember this. The body is a Soul Master's greatest foundation.
Those external things are merely clever tricks. Do not neglect the root for the branches."
The surrounding elders nodded with smiles, deeply agreeing.
In their eyes, the Body Sect's physical strength was the continent's strongest shield.
External things like Soul Tools truly could not grace the grand stage.
"What about ninth-level ones? Or even... tenth-level ones?"
Lu Chen's expression abruptly turned solemn. His voice was not loud, but every word carried immense weight.
"If weapons of that level were equipped on a large scale,
Master, do you truly think the Body Sect could emerge unscathed?"
The moment he said this, the smiles on several elders' faces faded slightly.
Sixth Elder Guan Yi coughed twice and tried to smooth things over.
"Young Sect Master, it is good to have a sense of caution, but you may be worrying too much.
I have seen ninth-level Soul Tools as well. The Sun Moon Empire probably only has one or two such treasures kept in reserve.
As for tenth-level ones?
I have never even heard of them. Could people truly create something so unreasonable?"
Lu Chen did not directly refute Guan Yi. Instead, he turned to Xue Ling'er, who was still somewhat dazed, and spoke softly.
"Ling'er, release your Mental Domain. Expand it to the greatest range possible."
Although Xue Ling'er was so nervous that her