Zhang Shangqing's figure retreated violently, his expression suddenly becoming extremely bizarre. He reversed his meridians. The already surging Primordial Power within him soared nearly tenfold at this moment, directly resisting Jiang Shu's peak attack.
"Good! Good! Good!"
"A mere Loose Cultivator like you, forcing me to use this move! No, your strength is definitely not that of a Loose Cultivator! Which sect's disciple are you?!" Zhang Shangqing gritted his teeth. Ordinary Loose Cultivators, upon mastering such Divine Skills, would usually think about condensing the Primordial Pill to step into a higher Realm. Only the disciples of a sect, aiming for better resources and paths, would keep settling in the Furnace Fire Realm.
An endless regret swept over his heart; had he known it was a disciple from another sect, he wouldn't have attacked so hastily. After all, every Sect Disciple who came to the Endless Sea had their own trump cards. Now, it was all too late.
