the spirit realm, Lu Ye sat casually on a rock with his Pan Mountain Sword beside him. He held a book in his hands, reading it with gusto and occasionally popping a spiritual pill into his mouth.Let...On the stage, Zi'an quickly retreated, but a wound was still cut across his chest and abdomen. Facing him, Lu Ye leaned forward and struck again with another blow.

Zi An narrowly dodged a rolling gourd, barely escaping its impact. As she rose to her feet, her body was covered in mud stained crimson with blood, looking utterly dishevelled.

He barely managed to steady himself before a gust of wind hit him from behind. He snarled like a rabid dog, feeling a sharp pain on his head as if something had sliced off a chunk of his scalp.

Therpasses even a typical ninth-level cultivator."Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!Such powerful strength, how could the Scarlet Sacred Land withstand itBefore the final...