Now that Wang Fu was howling miserably on the floor, no one dared to come up to touch him.

Zhou Xuan and the others were pale, their faces full of disbelief. They wanted to turn tail and run, but somehow their legs had turned to jelly, and they could not escape.

One could only imagine the tidal wave of shock they were experiencing now!

"This... this..."

The three looked at each other in horror.

To Wu Yu, this battle was one big, pleasant surprise.

He finally understood the class of his white Jindan essence's spiritual power.

A pale gold Jindan produced the weakest Jindan essence, but that was the standard spiritual power of an ordinary martial cultivator.

Golden Jindan, first tier, was a moderately strong Jindan essence, and that was why Wang Fu, with his golden Jindan, could become Zhang Futu's eldest disciple.

Deep golden Jindan, first tier, was formidable Jindan essence. It was virtually unparalleled, and with such quality, one would quickly rise to disciplehood in the four major sword ranks.

The core of the Shushan Immortal Sect mostly had deep golden Jindan.

And as for those like Nangong Wei, they had the highest quality...