Refining the Asura Corpse

"An Early Heavenly Immortal Stage expert could be killed with a single punch?"

It was not only Min Xixi who felt dizzy; even Shen Xiong and Shen Jiarong stood there with their mouths agape, nearly coughing up blood.

Heavenly Immortals and True Immortals were separated by an insurmountable chasm. Before that chasm, no matter how talented one was, they could not cross it. Yet this young man had not only crossed it—while merely in the Immortal Body Realm, he had even killed a Heavenly Immortal. Wasn't that far too monstrous?

Of course, they did not doubt Nie Yun's words, because the young man before them was not someone who liked to boast.

"How long was I in seclusion?"

Seeing their expressions, Nie Yun knew what they were thinking. He did not explain and simply asked casually.

"Seven hours. It's already the afternoon of the second day."

Shen Xiong replied.

Hearing this, Nie Yun looked up and saw that the sun had indeed tilted slightly westward. It was already the afternoon of the second day.

"Xixi, City Lord Min Yan and the others should be arriving soon. Have everyone brought here."

Nie Yun gave the order.

He had ridden a Soaring Dragon Horse, whose speed was far beyond that of an ordinary Flood Dragon Horse, and had arrived long ago. Judging by the time, Min Yan and the others should be arriving soon as well.

"I already asked Uncle Shen Xiong to send people to receive them. As soon as they arrive, they'll definitely be brought here!"

Min Xixi said with a smile.

"Good! I'll stabilize my cultivation a little more. When they arrive, just call for me at the door!" Nie Yun nodded, flashed away again, and returned to his room.

This breakthrough had not produced any auspicious clouds, which