Although Zhao Jiuge had released his Sanskrit Divine Body at full force when he rushed toward Wang Changrui, he could still feel a sense of oppression.

Even if Wang Changrui just stood there, the aura he released was naturally enough to oppress Zhao Jiuge.

There was a two-realm gap between the Soul Formation Realm and the Spirit Core Realm. No matter how overbearing the Sanskrit Divine Body was, it couldn’t make up for this gap.

The closer he got to Wang Changrui, the slower he became. He could see the golden light around him shrink due to the pressure.

Zhao Jiuge stopped three steps away from Wang Changrui and coldly observed the Pavilion Master of the Blood Fiend Pavilion.

Wang Changrui looked at Zhao Jiuge with disdain. His eyes were filled with provocation and he said in a hoarse voice, “Why are you here? With just your Spirit Core Realm cultivation, you dare to play the hero and try to slaughter my Blood Fiend...