After one-third of an incense stick's time, Zhou Xian took out twenty-five pieces of top-grade immortal cloud and slapped them into the greedy hands of Huang Toutian with a face full of disdain.
Zhou Li still won.
Of course, you can't blame Daoist Sect's Zhou Xian for misjudging, after all, no one expected Zhou Li to be so effective against the Confucian Dao's techniques.
"Vast Qi Longevity doesn't work, huh."
Huang Toutian couldn't hide the smirk on his face, "How about Qi Guan Changhong? Give it a try."
"This..."
Zhou Xian rubbed his forehead with a wry smile, unsure of what to say for a moment. He didn't expect that Zhou Li's cultivation level wasn't his entire strength; it was the soul as solid as Nine Heavens Mysterious Iron that was his true power.
