He had forged a fearsome reputation in the Nanyan Continent's Cultivation World through his seamless coordination with the Nine-Headed Lion, becoming renowned for his beast-taming abilities.
Today, he challenged Xu Xing, intending to test Xu Xing's Black Spirit Flame spell with the Nine-Headed Lion. This wasn't because he disregarded the Nine-Headed Lion's life; rather, he possessed absolute confidence in the defensive power of the Nine-Headed Lion's hide.
But this time...
Elder Jiu Ling clenched his fists, his face etched with worry and reluctance.
The instant the Feather Robe Immortal's illusory figure approached him, he felt a fear that resonated from the very depths of his soul, like an ant facing the vast, indifferent heavens.
It was the immense chasm between mortals and Immortals.
How could he... possess such a trump card? The Black Spirit Flame, the Feather Robe Immortal... Just how many secrets does he still hide...?
For a moment, Elder Jiu Ling was consumed by regret.
