’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 soone at Qi Condensation realm.’
His spiritual sense had probed their cultivation bases the mont 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 elent 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 soone with his experience and techniques.
Xian Tiandi had fought and killed cultivators far above his realm before, in both his past and current life.
Raw cultivation level mattered, certainly, but it wasn’t the only factor in combat. Strategy, experience, and proper technique application could bridge significant gaps in power.
"You made a mistake coming here alone, boy," the male cultivator said. His hand moved to the sword at his waist, fingers wrapping around the hilt with casual confidence. "We were hoping soone would co investigating. Easier to eliminate witnesses when they’re isolated."
The man’s voice carried the arrogance of soone used to having overwhelming advantage.
His spiritual pressure pressed outward slightly, trying to intimidate. It was a common tactic among higher realm cultivators facing weaker opponents.
"The sect might wonder what happened to their promising new disciple," the female cultivator said with mock concern. Her lips curved into a cruel smile. "But accidents happen all the ti in dangerous ruins. Tragic, really."
Her words revealed that the sect has been keeping tabs on Four Symbols Sect. Thy are probably spies yet to be exposed that’s why they even still dare to show up.
She gestured around at the crumbling plaza surrounding them. Ancient structures lood on all sides, their walls scored by ti and spiritual energy erosion.
It was indeed the perfect place for an "accident" to occur. No witnesses. No evidence. Just another young cultivator who ventured too far and never returned.
Xian Tiandi remained perfectly calm. His hand moved to his own spatial ring, ready to draw weapons or pills as needed.
His golden eyes studied both opponents with analytical precision, noting their positions, their cultivation levels, their likely combat styles.
The male cultivator stood slightly forward, his body language aggressive and direct. A straightforward fighter, most likely.
Probably relying on sword techniques and raw spiritual energy output. The female cultivator hung back slightly, her hands already glowing with faint fire elent energy.
A ranged fighter and support role, using area control and explosive techniques.
Standard formation for a two-person combat team. Aggressive frontline paired with destructive backline.
"You talk too much," Xian Tiandi said flatly.
His voice cut through their confident banter like a blade. There was no fear in his tone, no uncertainty. Just cold assessnt and readiness.
Both cultivators tensed, surprised by his lack of fear. Their spiritual pressure had increased, pressing down on him harder.
Most Qi Condensation realm youths would be terrified facing two Golden Core elders. Many would be on their knees already, unable to withstand the pressure difference.
But Xian Tiandi stood straight and unmoved. His Force Condensation realm body was far more resilient than standard Qi Condensation cultivators.
The spiritual pressure they exerted felt like nothing more than a strong wind.
"Arrogant little bastard," the male cultivator snarled. His face twisted with anger at the disrespect. "Let’s see if you can back that up."
He drew his sword and attacked.
*Whoosh!*
The blade cut through the air with devastating speed. Spiritual energy wreathed the weapon, making it glow with deadly light.
The spiritual energy ford a visible edge extending beyond the physical blade, increasing its effective range. The strike was aid at Xian Tiandi’s neck, ant to kill instantly.
It was a proper killing blow, not a warning or test strike. The male cultivator was truly trying to decapitate him in a single attack.
Xian Tiandi moved. His Force Condensation realm body propelled him backward with explosive power, his muscles releasing stored energy in a burst of motion.
His feet pushed off the stone plaza floor hard enough to crack it. He just barely avoided the sword’s edge. The blade passed so close that it cut several strands of his hair.
The severed hair drifted down slowly, visible evidence of how narrow the margin had been.
The female cultivator attacked from the side, trying to catch him during his dodge.
Her fist blazed with fire elent spiritual energy, wreathed in actual flas. "True Flaming Fist!"
*Boom!*
Xian Tiandi twisted mid-retreat, angling his body so the fiery punch missed by centiters.
His reaction speed was exceptional, far beyond what a normal Qi Condensation cultivator could manage. The heat singed his cloak, blackening the fabric. But the attack struck only air.
The missed punch slamd into the ground where he’d been a mont before.
Stone exploded outward from the impact point, lting and fusing from the intense heat. A crater ford, glowing red at the edges.
He landed in a crouch and imdiately launched his counterattack.
His spiritual energy erupted outward from his dantian, flooding through his ridians. He activated his Supre Taming Dao authority.
Invisible threads of power shot toward both cultivators, targeting their spiritual energy directly.
The technique attempted to suppress and control their cultivation bases, bringing them down closer to his level.
It was one of his most powerful authorities, capable of temporarily reducing an opponent’s effective combat strength.
Both Golden Core cultivators staggered as the taming authority took effect. Their spiritual pressure weakened noticeably, dropping from mid-stage Golden Core to early stage.
The invisible threads of power wrapped around their dantians, constricting the flow of spiritual energy.
"What?" the male cultivator gasped. His eyes widened in shock. "What is this technique?"
He tried to circulate his spiritual energy normally and found it sluggish, as if moving through thick mud instead of flowing freely. His cultivation base was still intact, but its output had been significantly reduced.
"So kind of suppression dao thod," the female cultivator said through gritted teeth. Her hands clenched into fists. "But it won’t be enough! We’re still Golden Core realm!"
She was right. Even suppressed, they still held significant advantage in raw cultivation level.
The gap between Qi Condensation and Golden Core was vast, asured in both quantity and quality of spiritual energy. Supre Taming Dao could narrow it but not eliminate it completely.
A Golden Core cultivator’s dantian contained dozens of tis more spiritual energy than a Qi Condensation cultivator.
Their ridians were wider and more durable. Their bodies were tempered by higher realm energies. Even reduced, they remained formidable opponents.
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