["No-"]
[The black-robed old man struggled furiously, shocked and enraged, trying to break free of the great hand of magical power.]
[Yet all his resistance was like a clay ox sinking into the sea, eliciting not the slightest response.]
[Whoosh!]
[And so, dragged by the great hand of magical power, the black-robed old man arrived inside the valley.]
[A figure stood quietly in the valley, while four others lay on the ground.]
[Those four figures were the purple-haired man and the other three mid-stage True Persons.]
[As for the only figure still standing, that was the "fat sheep" in the black-robed old man's eyes.]
[This was also the last sight the black-robed old man saw.]
[Next, the standing figure looked toward him.]
[The black-robed old man's consciousness plunged into complete darkness.]
["Still putting up quite a fight..."]
[You casually inflicted a severe injury on the black-robed old man's divine soul, knocking him unconscious.]
[The black-robed old man was a Late-Stage Grand True Person of Core Formation, and the golden core he had formed was a high-grade golden core.]
[Even before attempting to reach the Nascent Soul Realm, you could have easily suppressed him with the magical power of your perfected flawless golden core.]
[Now that your failed attempt to reach the Nascent Soul Realm had improved the quality of your magical power by fifty to eighty percent, calling you a Quasi-True Lord would not be an exaggeration. Suppressing a Late-Stage Grand True Person like the black-robed old man was naturally as easy as turning your hand.]
["Let me see..."]
[You began attempting a Soul Search on the black-robed old man.]
[To be safe, you activated your body cultivation divine ability, Burst, significantly strengthening your divine soul before performing the soul search.]
[After all, the black-robed old man was a Late-Stage