"Ah! I deeply regret the misfortune that has befallen your sect!" Ning Du paid no heed to Spirit Daoist's towering rage. With an air of compassion for all under heaven, he sighed. "That disciple was called Li Xiaoya, wasn't he? His divine sense was no weaker than a core condensation stage cultivator's! What a pity, what a pity! If he could have reached the core condensation stage, his divine sense would have made advancing to the golden core stage as easy as turning his hand. Tsk, tsk! What a terrible shame!" Though Ning Du wore a compassionate expression, even a fool could hear the mockery in his words.
"Old Devil Ning Du! If you want to die, I'll grant your wish!" Spirit Daoist's fury blazed three feet high. With a whoosh, an astonishing surge of spiritual qi shot toward the sky. His robes billowed without wind, his hair whipped wildly, and green light enveloped his body. The true cultivation stage cultivators felt a crushing weight settle over their hearts and dropped onto their backsides. The Golden-Armored Cultivator paled and retreated two steps. Even Chen Ping and Ning Du, who stood closest, could not help swaying. Spirit Daoist was actually this formidable when enraged!
Tsk! Has Spirit Daoist's cultivation actually improved so much?! Ning Du's expression darkened. He had thought the powerful treasures he had refined over the years would ensure his victory over Spirit Daoist. He had never expected that Spirit Daoist had not been idle either, and that his cultivation had advanced so greatly. It left him deeply wary, though he spoke with airy indifference. "I'm not here to fight you. I'm pointing out a clear path for you!" He paused, then continued without waiting for Spirit Daoist to respond. "If you want to enter Spiritlight Lake, you certainly