The disciples of the Purple Cloud Sword Sect stared in disbelief. Their Adam’s apples trembled as they stuttered,  “Level… nine… artifact soul!0

“If someone like that survives, he’ll become a legend across the entire Daxia Territory within a hundred years!”0

The disciples of the Myriad Immortal Sword Sect were just as shaken, rendered speechless for a long time.0

They had no idea why the nine stone pillars had turned from white to red, but they knew it signified something extraordinary. Once so proud of their own talents, they now felt like wilted vegetables, unworthy even in the eyes of a stray dog.0

They had overheard the earlier conversation between Li Guanqi and the Seven Strings Sect. He possessed a spirit root of the thunder lineage, which was the most...0