"Smack!" Li Xiaoya landed in the Iron-Armed Ape's palm. A thin line of blood suddenly appeared across its neck. Its head tilted, then fell clean off, blood spurting from the stump.
With a thunderous crash, the Iron-Armed Ape's enormous body hit the ground. Li Xiaoya flashed down beside it, his body instantly returning to normal. Deathly pale, he sat on the ground, put the Fire Dragon Sword into his Storage Pouch, and immediately crossed his legs to meditate.
He might have looked mighty as he slew the Iron-Armed Ape, but he had unleashed every ounce of his magic power and strength, and even used a spell that forcibly raised his cultivation at the cost of lingering side effects. His final sword strike had drained all his magic power and physical strength. Without the Fire Dragon Sword, he would most likely have been the one who died.
His teeth chattered as he sat cross-legged on the ground, his body trembling constantly. His face was deathly pale, and beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down it.
After a while, Mu Qilong emerged from the area around the Jade Spirit Tree. His eyes widened in disbelief at the sight before him. When he saw Li Xiaoya sitting cross-legged on the ground, his eyes lit up, and the idea in his heart grew all the firmer.
Without disturbing Li Xiaoya, he hurried over and stared at the Iron-Armed Ape's enormous body lying on the ground, feeling as though he were dreaming. H-how could a Golden Core Stage Cultivator possibly defeat a Sixth-Tier Demon Beast? Mu Qilong could not make sense of it no matter how he racked his brains. The reality before his eyes had overturned everything he had always understood about cultivation realms. Could this Iron-Armed Ape have been nothing but