Seeing this, Li Zhirui understood that the situation which seemed like a self-detonation just now was just a step in the opponent's Secret Technique. The real intent was to escape.
"Damn it!"
Li Zhirui's expression was somber, the air around him freezing, not because Lin Chang got away, but due to his own arrogance!
He thought his abilities were overwhelmingly strong, something a Loose Cultivator couldn't possibly break, and the only outcome would be their death by his hand.
But now, Li Zhirui received a solid slap in the face!
The Independent Immortals he had encountered before were just a tiny fraction, and most were Loose Cultivators, hailing from the Water Clan. Easily killing them was nothing to boast about!
The Primal Spirit Realm is vast, with countless beings born, and who knows how many prodigies emerge. Those slightly inferior are even more numerous.
