Normally, an old monster at Spirit Transformation would possess far more treasures and talismans, and far stronger ones, than Li Yan could ever match. Any handful he took out might equal Li Yan's entire fortune.
Unfortunately, the short-haired man in black robes was an exception. Though he was the patriarch of a top sect on the Wind God Continent and had once possessed immense wealth,
he had exchanged almost all of it for extremely rare cultivation materials and various pills that increased his cultivation.
Sword cultivators believed that nothing in existence could withstand their swords. They believed that "one sword could shatter ten thousand arts," and that once their swordsmanship reached its pinnacle, no formation or defense could withstand even a casual strike.
Thus, their minds remained clear as mirrors, free of distractions. They sought only to perfect the swords in their hands, sparing no expense to raise their cultivation, increase the number of their flying swords, and improve their quality.
Besides, he had never imagined anything serious would happen on this outing. He had come merely to establish his might. Everything would bow before him.
Seeing Li Yan draw closer to the black fissure above in just a few breaths, veins throbbed on the short-haired man's forehead. His opponent's physical strength actually surpassed his own. It was simply inconceivable.
This isn't all the power of the Qiongqi Purgatory Art! I wasn't mistaken. He has other secrets!
He was certain that his opponent did not cultivate only the Tianli Clan's art. He had met the Tianli Clan's High Priest and exchanged insights on cultivation with him.
Thus, he could sense the power of the Qiongqi Purgatory Art within Li Yan, but it was not pure.
Strangest of all was that silver radiance. If he remembered correctly, those silver gleams had