"Th-this is the Perfection Realm of Martial Arts?"
Lv Jiunan, a Fourth Grade Realm expert, couldn't even take a single blow. Truly terrifying.
No wonder the Jianghu saying goes that while Cultivation can be improved through diligent practice, advancing in the Realm of Martial Arts Techniques depends solely on talent and comprehension.
Those without high talent would find it difficult to enter the Dao, even if they practiced until death.
It was an undeniably tyrannical principle.
Chen Yi glanced at him, then his gaze fell upon the distant carriage, a meaningful look flashing in his eyes.
He then took the arriving Liu Lang and sped away, heading out of the West City Gate.
Liu Lang suppressed the shock in his heart. Looking at the body of Lv Jiunan in Chen Yi's grasp, he asked in bewilderment, "Boss, why did you..."
Chen Yi raised a hand to cut him off. "He may be a dead man, but he was still a significant figure. We should dig a hole and bury him."
"This..."
