Where’s Feng Jiu?
Editor: Misty Cloud Translations
Those people, having their lowest strength at the Nascent Soul Peak rank and their strengths unconcealed, released their pressure which then manifested in the air as powerful streams of air. Even though the passers-by had retreated far away, they could still feel that terrifying aura.
The majority of the people in the Heavenly Pill Tower, whether they were Feng Guards or other protectors, had their strengths between the Nascent Soul Peak and the Celestial rank. They would not be at a disadvantage facing opponents of equal strength. However, it would be difficult fighting against the Immortal Sacred Strong Exponent.
With a bang, a Feng Guard was attacked by his opponent's sword intent. Even after retreating quickly, his black robe was ripped open on the chest, revealing a long scar with visible bones.
"Sssh, ah!"
The man let out a muffled cry. He fell down as if losing strength. A Feng Guard at his back caught him and sat him down on the ground.