The sinister youth felt more and more like laughing the longer he thought about it. His gaze brimmed with contempt as he looked at Zhang Yuan, a sneer curling his lips.
Assuming this man had set out from Heaven-Reaching City, the Capital City, a full day would have been just enough to reach this place at the flying-sword speed of a Foundation Establishment Realm cultivator.
He had wondered what sort of figure the Holy Son would be. It turned out he was merely at the Foundation Establishment Realm-and only the early stage at that. What a laughingstock.
There was just one questionable point. A thousand li was no short distance for a Foundation Establishment cultivator. Flying a sword at full speed would inevitably leave him travel-worn and utterly exhausted upon arrival, yet the man before him showed not a trace of fatigue. That was rather strange.
Still, that could be explained.
Hearing that sinister laughter, Zhang Yuan looked toward the youth.
Like him, the youth wore the black robes of the First God Cult, but without a hood, openly showing his true face. He was about as tall as Tan Yaozheng, with fair skin and an exceptionally sinister gaze.
Judging by the aura he deliberately exposed, he cultivated the qi refining to immortality path and was at the early stage of its fifth realm, the Purple Mansion Realm, corresponding to the Spirit Transformation Realm of the qi sea uniting spirit dao. Reaching such a realm at his age spoke of considerable natural talent. He likely possessed a heavenly spirit root, or perhaps even the superior immortal spirit root.
Zhang Yuan did not divine his karma. After all, the First God Cult Master was here too. Given his ability to smash through the [Pre-Heaven Five-Direction Five-Element Grand Formation] like a gale