Holding Something in Reserve

In that instant.

His divine soul was damaged!

Zhao An's eyes were filled with disbelief.

He was at the Mid Spirit Severing Stage, and half a Buddhist cultivator besides.

In the path of the divine soul, he had always surpassed cultivators of the same rank.

Yet he had actually lost to Li Rui, who had only just entered the Spirit Severing Realm—and been absolutely crushed at that.

Before Li Rui, his divine soul was like a lone skiff.

While the other's was a vast ocean!

With his divine soul heavily damaged, even his golden pestle mystical weapon began to lose stability, swaying in midair.

"Damn it!"

Zhao An cursed.

He knew full well that Li Rui possessed the rare Immortal Spirit, which was why he had not dared to underestimate him and had opened with his trump card killing move.

But he had never imagined that, despite raising his estimation of Li Rui's combat strength as high as possible, he had still underestimated him.

The other's strength far exceeded his expectations.

Li Rui's gaze was cold.

"Then it's my turn."

With that said.

The True Martial Realm instantly enveloped Zhao An, and nearly black divine flames surged into the sky.

His combat strength soared to its peak in an instant.

The terrifying pressure nearly suffocated Zhao An.

His pupils shrank sharply.

"How could he possibly be this strong?!"

The shock in Zhao An's heart reached its limit.

He could even smell the scent of death.

"Trash."

Ancestor Liang frowned slightly and glanced toward a corner.

"Your opponent is me, yet you still dare let your mind wander?"

Old Daoist Fa Ran snorted coldly.

Yet he too glanced in Li Rui's direction, inwardly praising, Good lad.

Both he and Ancestor Liang had sensed the battle over there.

Zhao An, with his