Seeing the golden light descending, Chen Mobai's expression remained unchanged. He gently waved his right hand, and the five-colored auspicious cloud beneath him split into two wisps of mist. Under the control of his Pure Yang True Qi, they condensed into two palms, grasping the golden rays from above and below.
The seemingly fragile mist, when faced with this golden light capable of cleaving high mountains and great rivers, handled it with ease.
"Oh! This kid's True Qi is unexpectedly thick!"
The Light Saint Envoy was surprised upon witnessing this scene. Although the move was merely a probe, it contained the power of the Fourth Rank Peak. Even ordinary cultivators at the Nascent Soul Late Stage couldn't easily withstand it.
"He's almost at the same level as Ye Qing, about to reach the Nascent Soul Late Stage!"
Su Ziluo spoke, her pupils flickering with colorful lights, having already seen through Chen Mobai's true cultivation level during the previous exchange.
