If we were to encounter a true Late-Stage Nascent Soul Great Cultivator, both of us would probably be defeated in a single exchange.
"It seems that conventional methods won't be able to defeat him!"
Xu Ping's eyes quickly turned icy cold, a hint of grayish-white annihilation power flashing through his originally deep starry eyes, sending chills down one's spine like the gaze of a grim reaper.
The original plan was merely to entangle the opponent, but now, with such a significant disparity in strength, some things had no choice but to be exposed.
Xu Ping formed his fingers into a sword, the Mana within his body surging wildly, a terrifying aura of grayish-white beginning to gather at his fingertips.
In an instant, a beam of gray-white divine light as thick as an arm shot out from his fingertips, heading straight for the water giant.
Wherever it passed, even the air and Spiritual Qi were annihilated into a dead silence.
"Do you think such methods can break my Divine Techniques?"
