Feeling the explosive True Yuan emanating from Ling Zhengyang, Shen Qiang, a cultivator at the Yang God Realm, couldn't help but have all his hairs stand on end. He had to admit that if it were a pure contest of True Yuan between the two, Shen Qiang would definitely not be Ling Zhengyang's match.
"How powerful is Ling Zhengyang, to possess such a formidable True Yuan. No wonder he stands at the peak of the Mixed Element Realm and can challenge experts at the Dao Fruit Stage!"
"He truly deserves to be called a battle fanatic; this Ling Zhengyang is incredibly strong!"
Almost at the moment when everyone was awe-struck by Ling Zhengyang's might,
they were shocked to discover that the awe-inspiring Ling Zhengyang, when looking at the Evil Spirit, showed not disdain but a trace of fear.
It was almost simultaneously.
All the cultivators watched in horror as they
saw a blood-like mist slowly emanating from the Evil Spirit, who was making a drawing motion with his sword.
