“You dare keep glaring at me! I’ll smash you!”

Wilde roared, his immense, spiked club smashing down on the emaciated man. That terrifying power made the air explode.

That emaciated man was horrified. His soul art was his most powerful attack, and he was almost unrivaled amongst the same level. But Wilde wasn’t affected at all.

Space shook as that club smashed down like a mountain. That terrifying pressure told the emaciated man that this wasn’t a hallucination, and he hastily fell back.

He was a Corrupt core disciple with a powerful cultivation base. His strange footwork allowed him to escape in an extremely bizarre manner. No one was able to see just how he had done it.

After dodging that attack, he put away his soul-attracting banner. Since soul attacks were useless against Wilde, he could only use a different move.

Just as he was about to take out a new weapon, the land suddenly shook. The emaciated man hadn’t expected that even though he had already dodged, Wilde’s attack still landed on the ground.

Cultivators would definitely not do something like that. No matter who it was, they would always leave a little bit of energy in reserve when attacking.

If they ended up missing,...