Flee! I must escape as far as possible. The silver-armored warrior fled frantically, not daring to pause for even a moment. His heart was consumed with terror.0

As a ninth-stage Elysian Field cultivator, his perspective was far higher than the average person. Though limited to a single immortal continent, he had cultivated for thousands of years and had some knowledge of the upper echelons of the immortal nation. For instance, the legendary peerless monstrous prodigies.0

This mysterious Shambhala cultivator's true strength couldn't possibly be this formidable. It's too absurd. He must have used some treasures I'm unaware of.0

Second Bro is dead. He defeated me with one move, then swiftly killed Second Bro. His secret treasures must be worth tens of thousands of divine crystals. The silver-armored warrior quickly analyzed the earlier battle.0

How precious must such a treasure be? He can't possibly be a disciple of the Longstar Immortal Sect. He must be a foreign trialist, and one with an extremely powerful background at that. He's likely a core member of an immortal nation-level force. The silver-armored warrior felt goosebumps.0

We were foolish and too arrogant, thinking those monstrous prodigies wouldn't come to a tiny Thunder Marsh...0