Still, fortunately, he was alive!
That was clearly enough. As a cultivator, Xu Xuan simply did not dare hope for much else.
"The rarest Slaughter Dao inheritance! If I kill you, can I inherit this legendary Slaughter Dao that countless people covet in your place?"
The Sea Race youth was tall and burly. As he sneered at Xu Xuan, a layer of something incomparably hard slowly emerged over his body.
It was not scaled armor, but an utterly terrifying exoskeleton!
From head to toe, hard bones encased his entire body. He was a humanoid fortress, without a single exposed weakness.
This was his innate divine ability. It was said that the Sea Race of ancient times had developed this peculiar ability to protect their fragile internal organs.
"You're an outsider who barged in. You don't enjoy the protection of the laws here."
"In other words, our cultivation realms aren't actually the same."
Xu Xuan glanced at him. Sensing the eager killing intent emanating from him, he could not help shaking his head and offering a reminder.
"So what? You're only a human! Do you know how many years I've spent cultivating to reach this point?"
"Three thousand whole years! I finally attained the Saint Realm! But you? Even if your Human Race has heaven-defying aptitude, how much time could you have spent cultivating?"
The Sea Race youth sneered disdainfully and abruptly stepped forward. A rumbling erupted, and a terrifying presence that seemed to shake the earth and mountains arose within the space.
"Attaining the Saint Realm in three thousand years-you do count as a genius among the Sea Race!"
Xu Xuan was somewhat speechless. Constrained by their lifespans, humans were not particularly powerful in combat even among those of the same realm.
**"Watch me smash your frail little body into