When that Demonic Path disciple died, the crowd fell into chaos.
Against a supreme expert at the Qi Refining peak like Zhao Wuyan, their numbers proved utterly useless. Faced with that indescribable power of his Dharma Form, they were even more bewildered. They could only watch helplessly as he unleashed his might, charging into their ranks like a tiger among sheep, cutting down their leader before everyone's eyes, then snatching up his pouch and leaping away.
Illusion intersected with reality, and the Spirit Incense burned fiercely.
Vast quantities of incense essence spread through the surroundings, and the field they formed shuddered violently, like churning pond water.
The projection of power seemed to become unstable.
Someone noticed this and hurried to seize the opportunity to attack. But Zhao Wuyan was no weakling himself. With a casual sweep of his hand, he gave form to his Gang Baleful Energy and swatted several incoming sword shadows out of the air.
One flying sword hurtled close enough to strike, only for him to seize it as though catching a snake. As its controller stared in ghost-struck horror, he swung his arm and hurled it viciously into a nearby cliff.
Zhao Wuyan had also undergone transformation through fumigation with Teaweed Incense. Although his Yang-Soul Dao Body had not been reborn as thoroughly as Li Ling's, his physical strength and the Gang Baleful Energy he could unleash were not inferior in the slightest. Thus, he could withstand blades with his bare flesh just as Li Ling had once demonstrated.
He was an exceptionally gifted man who had resisted the corrosion of Ji Earth Grand Tai Sui while still a mortal, even turning that disaster into a blessing and embarking on the path of cultivation. His body, too, contained extraordinary innate gifts.
At the sight of him