As they drew near, Su Qingyu asked curiously.
Zou Feng shrugged. "It's hard to say. And that guy, Zhang Chi, was right. We just haven't faced any truly formidable enemies yet."
"Unlike us Dao Foundation Realm Cultivators from the Pinnacle Celestial Immortal Sect, who fought our way up from billions of disciples, the Yama Underworld and the Ninefold Celestial Court are different. I've heard they have many Evil Skills. Once they reach a certain level of Cultivation, they have a good chance of forcibly establishing a Yellow Tier Dao Foundation."
"This leads to them having what seems like a large number of Dao Foundation Realm Cultivators, but they're basically all for show and no substance—pewter spearheads polished to look like silver."
"Of all those people just now, only the Poison Cultivator we ambushed was any good. It's a shame his mind was clouded by the Palace Master's foot odor. He didn't even get to use his skills before..."
