'Two Golden Core cultivators,' Xian Tiandi assessed quickly. His golden eyes swept over both figures with practiced efficiency. 'Both at mid-stage from what I can sense. Dangerous odds for someone at Qi Condensation realm.'
His spiritual sense had probed their cultivation bases the moment they revealed themselves.
The male cultivator carried a sword at his waist, its spiritual energy signature suggesting a high-grade spiritual weapon.
The female cultivator's hands were wrapped in fingerless gloves that radiated fire element energy.
Both wore the distinctive robes of Four Spirits Sect Deacons, marked with the sect's four cardinal beasts emblem.
But not impossible. Not for someone with his experience and techniques.
Xian Tiandi had fought and killed cultivators far above his realm before, in both his past and current life.
