2227. Respect

Saving power wasn't part of Noah's style. He usually went all-out in every battle, especially since they often featured opponents that his normal level couldn't handle.

The red-haired privileged cultivator was no exception, but Noah had to keep in mind the last stages of the final battle. Winning fights against powerful experts would refill his ethereal blackness quickly, but he preferred to remain on the battlefield as long as possible.

"Dissecting my power?" The red-haired cultivator wondered. "Why don't you give it a try?"

Noah didn't need his opponent to ask twice. He waved his hand to send a rain of slashes forward, and Night also disappeared into the void during the attack.

The privileged cultivator laughed in the face of the offensive. Multiple lights came out of his body as a series of barriers and a vast white halo expanded from his figure.