"Hiss, hiss, hiss..."
Ji Wuxin, who had already retreated ten thousand zhang away, sharply sucked in a breath of cold air. "Fellow Daoist He... you..."
"Your cultivation!"
"Y-you-you..."
Although Ji Wuxin had not yet become a heaven immortal, he possessed a unique method that allowed him to see through the cultivation of immortals one major realm above him.
At that moment, He Pingsheng's cultivation had suddenly soared to the heaven immortal peak, leaving him utterly shocked.
"How did you reach the heaven immortal twelfth layer?"
He stared at He Pingsheng in shock, completely shaken.
He had originally thought he was only slightly weaker than He Pingsheng, and that if he brought out his trump card, he might even secure a victory.
But now, after seeing He Pingsheng unleash such a divine ability, Ji Wuxin's last shred of fighting spirit was gone.
"What?"
"Heaven immortal stage twelfth layer?"
"How is that possible?"
Hearing Ji Wuxin say this, Wen Buwan, Huang Youshi, and Ping Yue were even more shocked beyond measure.
Good grief!
This fellow could already fight above his level. Now that his cultivation had risen an entire major realm, how outrageous would that be?
"This is only a divine ability!" He Pingsheng glanced indifferently at Ji Wuxin and replied, "A temporary increase, not a permanent one!"
Of course, he said nothing about consuming a tenth of his lifespan.
Just then, the gold-robed man opposite him slashed his saber down at He Pingsheng again.
This time, He Pingsheng did not even take out an immortal artifact. With a mere thought, he released a streak of Sword Qi and completely shattered the gold-robed man's saber light.
"Gather..."
At the same time, He Pingsheng shouted.
The power of blood and qi surged within him.
Soon, the arm he had lost condensed anew.
Regrowing