"S-senior, you..."
The Foundation Establishment Cultivator hadn't finished his sentence when a cold light flashed before him. His levitating body was sliced in two. Then, the Artifact Cultivator in front of him turned his vicious gaze downward.
He might have acted on instinct just now, but he was already planning to silence any witnesses.
"The absolute nerve!"
Just then, a piercing sound of something tearing through the air echoed between heaven and earth. At the same time, a fifty-foot-tall giant pagoda fell from the sky, crashing down on the Artifact Cultivator's head.
...
In the small courtyard on the mountaintop, Wang Ping finished reading the second volume of the "Wood Gathering Skill," which Yu Cheng Taoist had just written down. A glowing screen popped up:
