Amid the scattered radiance of spells, Dongfang Yingcai, who had survived the calamity, stared blankly at the figure before her.
Just moments ago, trapped in that desperate situation, she had already resolved herself to death and held no hope of surviving.
Yet this person's arrival had reversed the situation in an instant. With a single punch, he had shattered both the rain of arrows and the Formation Array itself!
"So strong! With this level of power, he is hardly any weaker than my brothers!"
Having witnessed his formidable combat strength, Dongfang Yingcai could not help but feel deeply moved.
She possessed a spiritual treasure capable of sensing cultivation, allowing her to clearly see that this man's cultivation was merely at the fourth level of Essence Condensation, only newly entered into the middle stage.
Yet the power and bearing displayed in that punch far surpassed his own realm. He had even exceeded most Late Essence Condensation cultivators, nearly reaching the level of Essence Condensation Perfection!
The bearing of a heaven's chosen!
Those four words immediately surfaced in Dongfang Yingcai's mind.
"Truly astonishing. I had only known of three heaven's chosen in the Northwest; who would have thought there was also such a hidden flood dragon?"
The shock in Dongfang Yingcai's heart lingered for a long while. That punch just now had truly been spectacular!
But upon closer inspection, she suddenly felt that this cultivator's back looked strangely familiar.
He was not particularly tall or broad, and could even be called somewhat slight. From that punch, she could tell that he was also a body cultivator.
In an instant, the image of an honest, simple-looking person appeared before Dongfang Yingcai's eyes, making her feel somewhat absurd.
"Shi... Shitou?"
Dongfang Yingcai blurted it out unconsciously.
To be honest, a faint expectation had risen