The woman stared blankly at the scene before her, completely forgetting about her own pain.
That was the magic beast closest to being Divine—and it was annihilated in the blink of an eye. This man is so powerful.
Not long ago, she had looked down on him. Truly, Tang Feng did not have the appearance of an expert. He looked more like a young master from a clan, one of those people who play around for a living.
She had seen plenty of those on the battlefield: men surrounded by a group of powerful protectors, who, to put it bluntly, were just wasting time. They rarely ventured out, even when tasked with a mission; they either offered immortal crystals as rewards or had their aides carry out the tasks instead. Such people were everywhere.
And each of them was strikingly handsome, beautiful on the outside, rotten on the inside.
From the perspective of cultivators, those young masters from clans were people you couldn't afford to offend—but were also individuals worthy only of disdain.
