But in the very next instant, the young senior brother's expression changed drastically.
The Divine Abilities inside him had erupted.
And not just one, but a full nine.
The Divine Abilities he had initially ground away, suppressed, and unraveled had actually revived with the eruption of the ninth.
More terrifying still, these nine Divine Abilities overlapped in layers, each wave higher than the last, repeatedly battering his flesh and cultivation realms.
Many times, he felt his cultivation realms were about to be destroyed by the nine endlessly revolving Divine Abilities, his flesh ground away.
Yet their power abruptly receded, giving way to another Divine Ability that struck him again, building from weak to strong.
This felt... awful.
At that moment, he suddenly understood:
This native, Wang Quan, had plenty of ways to kill him.
The only reason his opponent had not killed him was that he was using this method to probe his internal organs, examine every inch of his flesh, and observe every layer of his cultivation realms.
He's studying me while fighting me to the death.
Just how little regard does he have for me?
How strong is this fellow, exactly?
At that moment, terror gripped him.
He tried to beg for mercy, but when he opened his mouth, streams of Divine Ability power poured out instead.
Boom!
The power of nine Divine Abilities converged like a pillar of light, shooting into the heavens and unleashing a white shock wave that spread in every direction, blanketing a thousand miles of sky within a breath.
The black sky turned white.
Grayish-white ashes drifted through that white expanse.
At that moment, the young senior brother understood.
He knew he was going to die.
Then he hurriedly stood on the box and looked at Wang Quan.
"Fine methods, native."
"Why is