"Dead!"
"A Nascent Soul Cultivator just died at Lu Shang's hands!"
Everyone present was stunned, especially Wang Tiangu. Even Wang Chan, who desperately wanted Lu Shang dead, was not nearly as shocked.
After all, Wang Chan was only at Core Formation. How could he truly understand the terror of that strike?
His fear of Lu Shang stemmed only from the difference in their cultivation and his own state of mind. His shock was nothing more than that.
Wang Tiangu and Cultivator Yun were different. They were genuine Nascent Soul Stage cultivators, and they understood the weight of that strike.
There were only two ways to kill an opponent instantly at the Nascent Soul Stage.
The first was an absolute counter, like a Demonic Cultivator facing Evil-Warding Divine Thunder. Even a Demonic Cultivator at the Nascent Soul Middle Stage would be killed instantly by it. The conditions for such an absolute counter were stringent, and examples were rare even throughout the three realms.
Far more common was the second possibility: absolute suppression through cultivation level. In their eyes, that should have been impossible. After all, Lu Shang was only an Early Nascent Soul cultivator.
Clearly, neither Wang Tiangu nor Cultivator Yun could accept-or believe-the second possibility. That left only the first.
"A magic treasure! Yes! It must be his magic treasure!" At that moment, Wang Tiangu seemed capable of accepting only that explanation. As though waking from a dream, he stared at the Finger Profound Sword swaying in Lu Shang's hand, looking like a deranged man in a daze.
"Mulan man, I'll spare your life. Crawl back to the Mulan Prairie. But if I see you in the Heavenly South after you've possessed another body, I guarantee your soul will be utterly annihilated."
The Mulan man, now reduced to nothing but