Cultivators could feel with utter clarity
the colossal disparity between each realm, how vast it was.
Although the Golden Miniature Sword hovering above Gu Haiyin's head contained merely the full force of a blow from a cultivator at the Perfection of Mortal Transcendence,
even so, to nearly all cultivators at the Refining Stage of Mortal Transcendence,
it was enough to suppress everything.
"Cultivators from such a little place really lack perspective,"
"Since that's the case, I'll let you experience what truly oppressive force is at the Perfection of Mortal Transcendence."
"Similarly, my Qingshan Sect..."
"cannot be contested by a minor Luo Family from Qingshi City."
Gu Haiyin took a deep breath.
Afterward, he slowly exhaled.
The power of Blood Refinement at the Intermediate Stage within his body had erupted completely, and there was even a slight strain beyond his limits.
The Golden Miniature Sword suspended above his head
now hovered at an even higher position.