"Eighth stage of Qi-Refining!" Gao Tingyuan’s voice trembled with fury and disbelief as he stared daggers at Luo Chen, practically forcing the words through clenched teeth.0

Across from him, Luo Chen lifted an eyebrow, calm as ever. It seemed the fluctuations of his spirit power had grown too intense to conceal. Even the Perfected Mastery of his Spirit Suppression could no longer mask his true cultivation realm.0

He had been posing as a mere seventh-stage cultivator, hoping to mislead his opponents and strike from the shadows but Gao Tingyuan had seen through the illusion. The moment Luo Chen had made his move, the man had responded with ruthless precision, giving him no room to maneuver.0

Gao Tingyuan scrutinized Luo Chen, his expression flickering with uncertainty. A top-grade offensive enchanted artifact. A top-grade defensive enchanted treasure. Even the Daoist robe he wore was top-grade. Just from his appearance alone, his wealth was enough to make ninety-nine percent of ninth stage Qi-Refining cultivators green with envy.0

How long has Luo Chen even been cultivating?0

No wonder Wang Haichao was determined to get his hands on him. To accumulate such wealth in such a short time, it must be due to his identity as an alchemist. 0

I mustn’t let him fall into Wang Haichao’s hands, or I’ll never get my revenge!0

With that thought, the two short halberds in Gao Tingyuan’s hands began to glow with spirit light.1

However, Luo Chen moved even faster than he expected. The spear’s tip flickered as a rain of fire filled the sky, blooming like a storm. Gao Tingyuan took a deep breath. A round pearl emerged from his chest, instantly forming a protective barrier around him.0

The firestorm pelted the barrier, producing a hissing sound. The scorching steam spread out, clouding his vision.0

“Something’s wrong...!”0

Whoosh!0

Gao Tingyuan’s ears twitched...0