How was this possible?
Fang Qianyuan sneered inwardly.
Why wouldn't it be possible?
When cultivation reached the tenth transformation or beyond, when an innate gift transcended the mundane, when magic treasures, inscribed talismans, and the backing of a sect lent their strength...
The divide between immortals and mortals finally bared its fangs in this earthly world.
People saw only the freedom and ease of cultivation and the pursuit of the Dao, unwilling to face the cruel truth beneath it.
Once that divide existed, ordinary people were no more than ants.
Luo Zhen had reached his present position entirely through opportunities in his early years and decades of accumulated effort. Perhaps an Earth Rank expert had been laying plans behind the scenes, but Luo Zhen himself had never escaped the bounds of the mundane.
Perhaps he had heard of people who transcended mortality. Perhaps he had even witnessed Earth Rank experts unleash powers that shook heaven and earth.
But he had certainly never experienced someone turning transcendent power against him.
That much was obvious. If he had experienced such a thing in his younger days, he would already be dead.
Seeing Fang Qianyuan's expression, Luo Zhen's heart sank.
He suddenly remembered that Reverse Bloodflow, which he had finally mastered after spending years at the tenth transformation, was also a transcendent power that rose above the earthly world and defied all reason!
Anyone who encountered such a secret art while fighting him would surely be left bewildered and despairing, utterly unable to resist.
Fang Qianyuan appeared to have done nothing, but beneath the surface, he must possess a secret art or innate gift no less powerful than Reverse Bloodflow.
At that thought, despair finally showed in Luo Zhen's eyes.
He suddenly realized that he would not survive this ordeal.
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