Fight?
Wang Quan wanted to laugh.
He looked at the cultivators atop the clouds. These fellows were Orthodox Cultivators.
Yet they had no Dao Seals within them, much less Legends.
Now, his foundations were so formidable that, in his eyes, even a Dao Seal Golden Core could be dealt with by any casual Divine Ability.
Let alone cultivators who did not even have Dao Seals?
Mm, these cultivators had only just reached Foundation Establishment.
Even the strongest among them was merely in the Purple Mansion Realm.
How could he fight fellows this weak?
He had no desire to fight whatsoever.
At that moment, Dream Nun snorted beside him, rubbed her hands together, and sent a ball of thunderfire tumbling down.
When the cultivators below saw a single ball of thunderfire rolling down with a long trail of smoke and flame, they laughed in fury. "There are dozens of us here, and you're only using one ball of thunderfire?"
"Looking down on us?"
They flew into a rage, unleashing their techniques to blast it apart.
Boom!
A muffled explosion rang out.
The thunderfire burst!
Without even letting out a scream, dozens of cultivators were blasted every which way across the sky.
The clouds circled in the air, then split into dozens of pieces to catch those unlucky souls.
But before they could fly over, those unlucky souls hit the ground, bounced a few times, and lay motionless.
The New-Method Cultivators hurried to check on them and discovered that the Orthodox Cultivators in whom they had placed such high hopes were unconscious.
This shocked and enraged them.
Slap! Slap! Slap!
Some impatient ones slapped these Orthodox Cultivators several times. "Wake up!"
"Wake up!"
Yet even after their heads had swollen from the slapping, these Orthodox Cultivators would not wake.
Dream Nun parted