บท 1770: Might of the Divine Demon Sword

Fu Zhengtong refused to believe this; he didn't dare to believe this.

This had shattered the iron rules of the cultivation world, and it was something that should have been completely impossible to achieve.

He had definitely made a mistake. His opponent was actually at the third severance… Yes, he was actually at the peak stage of the third severance!

"What a sneaky brat! You're clearly at the third severance, yet you've purposefully practiced some cultivation technique to manipulate your aura and trick your opponents!" Fu Zhengtong said through clenched teeth. This kind of person was truly far too detestable. They didn't focus on raising their cultivation, and they instead relied on these evil little trickeries.

Ling Han was astounded. Fu Zhengtong was far too skilled at speaking absolute bullsh*t!