As these words were spoken, the entire assembly of cultivators turned to stone.
That was a stroke from a peak existence of the Mahayana Realm, and it was aimed at the most vulnerable part of the throat, no less. What is this nonsense about it being 'somewhat painful'?
Shouldn't your head have been severed from your body by now?
Many rubbed their eyes in disbelief, their faces filled with incredulity. The brilliance of the blade just now was no joke, yet not even a scar was left on Li Xiaobai's neck. What kind of cultivation level was this?
The big shots from Central Province said his cultivation level wasn't strong and that he had survived multiple times solely by relying on his Magic Treasure, didn't they?
Song Que stared at Li Xiaobai for a while and then suddenly said, "An invincible person, an invincible soul, to be invincible is to be above others?"
Li Xiaobai, "A fine poem, Senior is truly talented, I'm not worthy to follow in your footsteps."