The rushing wind howled as the wings of the sword trembled softly.0

The circulation of Wang Sheng's true essence had already reached its peak and was now surging through every part of him. Moreover, the qi vortex in his qi sea had long since begun to boil. Although controlling the sword consumed some of it, the subtle aura that his Illusory Core released replenished it almost instantly.0

Up ahead, he could already see what was happening above the Ziyan Temple. Enormous fireballs occasionally exploded in the sky, followed by missiles or helicopters being destroyed. Amid the bursts of light and shadow, two figures swiftly and continuously kept themselves out of the effective range of the thermal weapons targeting them.0

Attack helicopters could unleash hell from the air to the ground, but before Golden Core Realm cultivators, they were no more than mere targets. Soldiers fell alongside the modern weapons, filling the battlefield with tragedy.0

When Wang Sheng caught sight of the rear courtyard of Ziyan Temple, a few lights streaked through the sky, rapidly passing under the feet...0