Yuan Lingzi sprang up from the rubble. His Daoist topknot was already a disheveled mess, and dust covered his body. Not a trace remained of his earlier immortal bearing.
He stared fixedly at Qing Chen, his eyes bloodshot and his voice hoarse. "Your physical cultivation... actually surpassed the magic power you primarily cultivate? Only the Immortal Realm middle stage could bolster magic power to such strength!"
His chest heaved violently, and he was filled with shock. "Body and Dharma dual cultivation... can even help turn rules into a domain? How is that possible! I've never heard of that!"
Under normal circumstances, a Dharma Cultivator who also practiced body cultivation could not have a physical body stronger than their magic power, but Qing Chen was no normal case.
Yuan Lingzi gritted his teeth and forced out a fierce shout with what strength he had left. "Even so... you dared deal such vicious blows to our Penglai Spirit Island, you..."
"You what?"
Qing Chen cut him off indifferently. He stepped forward, and his figure vanished.
When he reappeared, he was already a little over ten feet in front of Yuan Lingzi.
The seven-foot pseudo-domain followed him like a shadow, like an ulcer clinging to bone. Blood baleful intent and primordial magnetism intertwined and surged, moving with him and sealing off every escape route.
"Didn't you want to test this sect leader?"
Qing Chen raised his hand, and the pseudo-domain pressed down again!
Yuan Lingzi's spiritual senses screamed a warning. He unleashed all his true essence in a frenzied eruption, dazzling white light pouring from his body. A top-tier, high-grade defensive magic treasure shaped like an Eight Trigrams Mirror shot out of his robes-the mirror spat out two wisps of Spirit Sun Rules Qi, which mingled with his Nascent Soul magic power to