The gray-robed elder seethed with anger and shock. After administering his poison, this male cultivator had kept him talking about everything under the sun. Only when his palm touched that particular section of the blade had the man suddenly turned hostile.
The man was sinister and vicious, and his poison was brutally potent. In a single breath, the elder had lost nearly half his body, and none of the pills he had taken out had the slightest effect.
Thus, even as he cried out in defiance, he had already secretly urged his golden core to flee swiftly through the small of his back.
The gray-robed elder was extraordinarily decisive. Within a single breath, he had abandoned the body he had painstakingly cultivated for over four hundred years without the slightest hesitation.
At the same time, he cast a concealment technique, hoping to escape through the formation. Unfortunately, he had barely slipped out and begun sneaking away before his opponent forced him into the open with a punch.
"What do you want? Even if all I have left is my golden core, do you really think you can deal with me?"
The gray-robed elder shouted, fierce in appearance but trembling within.
He was different from the blue-robed man. Like the delicate-looking woman, the blue-robed man had been caught completely off guard when Li Yan shattered his body.
When his body exploded, the blue-robed man's golden core had been shaken senseless, allowing Zhao Min to restrain him in one move. The gray-robed elder, however, had escaped his body of his own accord.
Even if cultivators at the Golden Core Realm or above were reduced to nothing but their golden core or nascent soul, they could retain at least sixty percent of their fighting strength as long as their magical power remained.
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