Tang Changsheng smiled faintly. He had always stood above his peers, outstanding even among cultivators of his own level—the sort of child other parents held up as an example.
He had never really dealt with cultivators of the same level who were, by comparison, rather ordinary. The experience felt surprisingly fresh.
"Since that's settled, let's get to it!"
In fact, hundreds more Yang Spirit Experts had already begun moving in every direction around the outskirts of Pan God's Ruins. Unlike Tang Changsheng, they were not alone. Most led Ghost Soldiers and Magical Weapons, joining the Heavenly Court's Heavenly Soldiers in encircling and destroying King Pan's Ghost Soldiers.
But these Yang Spirit True Persons were all rather mediocre...
At least, that was how Tang Changsheng saw them. In truth, no one who had attained the Yang Spirit had traveled a simple path.
Cultivation was like a pyramid: the higher one climbed, the fewer people remained.
Tang Changsheng, however, had always been among the very best. At every level, he stood out. That was the chief reason the Immortal Sects had elevated him despite his origins as a Rogue Cultivator!
Most of these Yang Spirit True Persons had no Cave Abode of their own. Even those who did probably had less than one percent of the Spiritual Qi at Cloudtail Mountain.
In fact, it was not just the Yang Spirit True Persons assigned to the outskirts. Even among the hundred or so who had led the main assault earlier, none could compare with Tang Changsheng.
A Direct Lineage True Disciple was not to be underestimated.
Take Zheng Qing. He might have looked hopeless, but among ordinary disciples, he was still a formidable figure others looked up to!
Thus, the forces these Yang Spirit True Persons commanded were quite limited. Having ten thousand