180 Fighting a War Alone

The sun was scorching hot, and not a single cloud was in the sky.

Before the entrance of the Artifact Trading Convention, more than 10 foundational cultivators began to chase down Ling Xian, leaving the city commander behind. The commander’s facial expression was bleak, very much opposite of the normally composed man he was.

"He managed to injure me with the first move he made."

Staring into the direction of which Ling Xian ran off to, his eyes shone with complexity. There was a trace of indisposition and a hint of disappointment.

That blood he spat out did not dye his white robe, nor did it tint his chest. However, it contaminated his resolve.

As a foundational cultivator who has reached the peak of his training, he has always lived with much self-confidence. Though he never achieved a Qi level of 10 before he broke through to the foundational stage, the years of hard training he endured made him think that he was almost as capable as a foundational Heaven’s Favorite.