"How dare you look down on me!"
Seeing the burly man glance sideways at him, seemingly not caring about him at all, the Ninth Holy Son flew into a rage.
He did not think himself inferior to his opponent. They were both at the Nascent Soul level, and the Primordial Demon Sect had always reigned supreme among those of the same rank. Moreover, those named Holy Sons had fought their way up step by step through their own strength, and every one of them was supremely confident in himself.
Even a momentary setback would not break their resolve.
However, the casual punch his opponent had thrown earlier, as though nothing stood before him, had also filled him with apprehension. He immediately brought out his signature ability.
A domineering demonic shadow radiating darkness detached itself from his body. Beneath the blazing sun, the Ninth Holy Son cast no shadow at all!
The demonic shadow flew out, and the Ninth Holy Son followed close behind.
The path he cultivated encompassed both body cultivation and the way of demonic shadows. He could fight at close range or from afar, attack or defend, making it exceptionally versatile.
He simply preferred head-on combat, especially breaking through his opponent's layers of defenses with his bare hands and tearing them apart alive.
At this sight, the First Holy Son unobtrusively retreated a little farther.
He stared gravely at the burly man who had suddenly arrived.
"This man's presence is rather strange... someone who could injure Ninth Junior Brother with a single punch should be quite famous."
Yet not a single cultivator in his memory matched this man's characteristics.
At least among the Nascent Soul cultivators who had made a name for themselves on the Wind-Approaching Continent within the past thousand years, he recalled no such person.
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