You claim eight measures out of ten and leave me only one? Hmph. I'll beat you to death, you bastard. Qing Chen sneered inwardly.
Just as the thought arose, a gray-blue spiritual light hovered silently deep within an unoccupied bank of clouds far outside the Imperial Capital.
Within the spiritual light, Xiao Canglan stood with his hands behind his back.
He had not appeared in person at the Immortal Severing Platform, instead observing the battlefield through a water-mirror technique. In the mirror, Qing Chen stood atop the cliff with his spear in hand, the bloody light still lingering and remnant sparks of Primordial Magnetism thunder still threading through the air.
As Xiao Canglan watched, his heart churned like an upturned sea.
He vaguely remembered how this man had bowed and scraped at Heavenly Abyss Pass over a century ago, when his combat strength might not even have reached that of an ordinary Great Cultivator. Someone like this had truly grown far too quickly.
The fellow had actually knocked Xie Xuanwei off Immortal Severing Cliff without bringing out the Six Demon Banners.
What did that mean?
A chill flashed through Xiao Canglan's eyes. This was a saint-origin grade spirit body, ranked above a heaven-clear-grade spirit body!
"Could he really have the potential to enter the top ten of the Heavenly Gang Ranking? Back then, I only ranked eighth, barely possessing a water-element rule domain with first-tribulation rules."
Thoughts raced through his mind.
Right now, activity at the [Chi Xi Ancient Battlefield] was in full swing. He had finally secured an opportunity by taking advantage of the Eastern Prince's journey south, and that was his true destination on this trip.
Spirit items containing first-tribulation rules and powerful spirit treasures-these things mattered far more than a single Qing Chen.
Yet as he gazed