Lang Yue from the Luoxia Sect lay on the ground, gazing up at the sky, feeling like several of his bones were broken.
"A mere... crude Body Cultivator!"
His heart was shaken, completely unable to comprehend.
He had traveled over mountains and across rivers to the Daoist Sect, just to spar with the talented disciples of the Four Great Sects.
To witness their Spiritual Artifacts, to observe their Techniques, to see their methods... it was all to broaden his horizons and find his shortcomings.
"Why! Why is it a Body Cultivator?"
Even in the Luoxia Sect, there were only a few disciples who practiced Body Refining.
In a cultivation holy land like the Daoist Sect that everyone aspires to, how could there be such a lowly existence as a Body Cultivator!
Even more fatal was that everything happened so suddenly just now, the opponent's explosive power was so strong that Lang Yue couldn't react in time.
The person involved is confused, while the bystander is clear.
