Still on the floor, Liam sighed softly.
The truth was, he'd been holding back this entire time. From the moment he'd heard Elder Wu announce himself as a Nascent Soul cultivator, Liam could have ended the fight immediately. But where would be the learning in that?
He'd wanted to test himself, to see how far his transformed body could endure without relying on his full arsenal. The entire massacre—from the blood-soaked street to the corpse-littered courtyard—had been fought with nothing but his physical capabilities and telekinesis. He hadn't used any real technique or skill, not like he had learnt any in the first place.
He had intended to use the Devouring Petal Pavilion as a whetstone to measure his growth, and the results had been illuminating. Golden Core experts posed no challenge whatsoever. Even this Nascent Soul cultivator, for all his power, had only managed to break a few bones and draw some blood.
