"With power like this, this Nine-Palace Azure Yang Lamp is definitely no mere treasure!"
"It should be an inherited true treasure."
"With his golden core peak cultivation, burning his golden core origin at any cost to barely activate a fraction of this lamp's abilities could indeed greatly enhance the demonic flame's power."
"A demonic flame of this caliber is already approaching a fourth-grade spirit flame."
"No wonder he has held out so long against the Dao One Sacred Land's encirclement."
"But his golden core origin will eventually run dry. He cannot keep this up for long."
"Barring any unforeseen developments, his death is imminent."
Liu Yu's gaze blazed like a torch as he looked toward the distant fluctuations of battle.
Though over a hundred li away, his gaze seemed to pierce countless mountains and rivers, taking everything in.
"And the Dao One Sacred Land has deployed eight Golden Core cultivators, the weakest of whom is at the golden core middle stage."
"If they keep attacking like this, the moment his golden core origin runs dry will be the day Kong Qing dies."
"Two at the golden core middle stage, three at late golden core, and three at golden core peak."
"What an extravagant deployment!"
"Especially this man. His aura is unexpectedly powerful. Even if I unleashed my full strength, I would probably still fall somewhat short."
"Could... this man be the Dao One Sacred Land's Holy Son of this generation?!"
His divine sense silently locked onto a handsome young man in gold-threaded brocade, and a host of thoughts flashed through his mind.
The instant his divine sense swept over this man, his extraordinarily keen spiritual perception registered a faint sense of danger.
And that was from over a hundred li away.
Clearly, if they confronted each other face-to-face, the odds