Li Ling felt not the slightest ripple of emotion as he watched Qian Kun fly backward.
He knew that a mighty cultivator could not possibly be killed so easily.
Dealing with a Money Guild elder with such deep reserves was no simple matter.
Sure enough, just as that thought crossed his mind, golden light shimmered over Qian Kun, who had clearly been smashed into pulp. Dense life force surged forth, rapidly healing his wounds.
Amid this, Li Ling smelled a bloody, rusty tang. It seemed to come from some kind of blood essence rich in the origin of life, which had granted Qian Kun the Dao Fruit of flesh generation after merging with his body.
This gave Qian Kun's flesh the supernatural ability to recover swiftly. As long as he was not ground to dust, he could generally heal in time.
My divine abilities and dharma power contain the power of the destruction law, but I plundered it from elsewhere rather than cultivating it myself. That makes it far less natural to wield than the Incense Path itself.
What a pity. I'm not particularly skilled in combat, and I failed to seize that chance to assassinate him in one stroke.
As Li Ling thought this, he casually smashed the mountain opposite him to pieces in the blink of an eye.
He now manifested a Dharma Form a full thousand zhang tall. The youthful celestial person with three heads and eight arms exuded an oppressive presence, while multiple halos behind his head radiated wisdom and spiritual awareness, symbols of supreme wisdom.
"Li Ling..."
Qian Kun snarled Li Ling's name through gritted teeth.
"You actually dared to attack this place? Do you know this is Goldsource Island?"
"So what if it's Goldsource Island?" Li Ling continued attacking.
Qian Kun hastily dodged the