The green-robed cultivator was named Li Ya. He and the young man surnamed Fang belonged to the same sect; both were Outer Sect disciples of the Name Teaching.
Though he had joined seven or eight years earlier and been taught a Qi Refining method, his lack of backing had made every step an uphill struggle, and an opportunity for Foundation Establishment was hard to come by. "What a useless wine sack and rice bag! With a good father refining pills in the Inner Sect, you still cultivated such insubstantial True Blaze that you couldn't even take down a little bitch! Damn you!" A trace of jealous hatred flashed through Li Ya's eyes. To curry favor with Elder Fang and obtain more cultivation resources, he had spent his days running errands and fawning with ingratiating smiles, like a bookboy accompanying a young master to school. When it came to talent, ability, diligence, and effort, he could leave that bastard Junior Brother Fang several streets behind!
"You little bitch ascended from the lower realm and have some extraordinary fortune. Just the thing to cover my tracks-you can be my scapegoat!"
Having killed the young man surnamed Fang cleanly and decisively, Li Ya formed hand seals with his right hand, a vicious gleam in his eyes.
The bronze mirror above his head spun twice, sending out two streaks of bloody light.
Hiss! Hiss!
The thick Gang Qi Yao Yun had released was like paper, torn apart and pierced through in an instant.
The inner breath and outer Gang honed through martial arts are actually this useless.
The empress of Daye gradually realized that cultivation in this realm far surpassed Mortal Realm martial arts, carrying the might of heaven and earth in every movement.
"Damn it! Before I could even find any trace of