Murong Xuanji was stunned by the strange yet powerful artifact that had just emerged from Wei Chen's personal storage space. However, his shock only lasted a moment. His attack did not falter. Instead, he increased its intensity even further.
He clearly saw Wei Chen use that strange stick-like artifact to block him. He saw the terrifying power of death emitting from the cylindrical object, but he dismissed it.
The reason was simple. This was the lower realm, and his cultivation had already surpassed the threshold of the lower realm. Even though this was only a pseudo state and temporary, no artifact bound by the limits of the lower realm could threaten him.
It was a sound argument. It was like a high-level player casually roaming a high-level area before returning to the starting village. You would never expect any monster there to pose a threat.
This mindset, and the arrogance of the powerful, was the greatest folly of those who believed themselves to be superior beings.
