Ling Tianyu, longsword in hand, looked at the torn sleeve on his left arm and inwardly praised his timely evade—if not, his bone would have been exposed.
"You're really quick at dodging!" the Elder of the Ancient Gate fumed, flames practically bursting from his eyes. With eight Golden Core Powerhouses besieging him, they still hadn't managed to scratch him; every time he was about to be hit, he somehow dodged. Did he have eyes on the back of his head, or what?
The Unibrow Elder's mood wasn't any better. In the contest of Spiritual Power with Tianyu, he was barely hanging on, pushing through by sheer force.
Jiang Beiliu had given Tianyu a Spirit Stone, which was a significant help; otherwise, with his original level of cultivation, he couldn't possibly have withstood the assault.