Outside the small mountain range.
Su Qianyuan was retreating carelessly, filled with doubts in his heart.
Wasn't it just a friendly match?
Did his eldest senior brother really need to ask him to back away?
Was he afraid of accidentally hurting him?
Heh.
Hehe.
Hehehe.
After all, he was an existence whose strength could compare to the Foundation Establishment Late Stage, and his body had been continuously tempered by the Evil Earth Qi.
Even an average Golden Core Realm cultivator might not be able to break through his body and harm him.
Was it really necessary to worry about injuring him?
Su Qianyuan didn't believe it; a friendly spar couldn't possibly escalate to the Nascent Soul Realm or Divinity Transformation Realm level of intensity, could it?
How could it possibly injure him?
Not to brag,
but if it really could injure him,
see this small mountain range? He could eat it up, one bite at a time!
