Xuanyuan Captures Xuandu One-Handed

Immortal light adorned the land of Zhuolu with blades and swords, adding splashes of color as blood and fire converged.

"Human Race Martial Dao is actually this powerful? His physical body is probably no weaker than a High Witch!"

Ran Deng looked at Xuanyuan, whose blood and qi still surged like a vast sea, with only a few marks left upon his body. Though he was wounded, the aura around him had not diminished in the slightest, making Ran Deng's scalp prickle.

When a scholar met a soldier, reason could not be made clear no matter how eloquent the argument.

The same was true when body cultivators faced immortal cultivators. Without a cultivation advantage or a high-grade treasure at hand, immortal cultivators of the same realm were simply no match for those who tempered their bodies.

This had been the case back when the Witch Clan possessed only the Twelve Ancestral Witches. Relying on the strength of their physical bodies, they suppressed the Demon Race from beginning to end. Had the Demon Race not possessed Taiyi and the Primordial Supreme Treasure, the Chaos Bell, along with the exceptional Dijun and countless Demon Race followers, barely managing to contend with the Witch Clan through sheer numbers, the Demon Race would never even have had a seat at the table.

Previously, he had not thought much of the Human Race's Martial Dao methods, considering them a petty path unworthy of mention. But now, seeing Xuanyuan at the peak of Divine Ability, with blood and qi no weaker than a High Witch's, Ran Deng's thoughts changed.

Ran Deng no longer dared to look down on Martial Dao. He even developed a deep interest in it.

He also understood why Guangchengzi, despite wielding the Heaven-Flipping Seal and possessing numerous Lingbao, had still been no