The present Xiao Ming had no need for another casual pseudo-immortal or origin weapon. Whether it was an offensive sword or a defensive pendant, he couldn't care less.
His mind was already far beyond such trivial items. With the Ice Fire Dao Armor and the Heavenly Flame Spiritual Armor, he could be considered relatively safe from total suppression by ordinary Yang Kings, even those who were three realms higher than his own cultivation stage—albeit only for a short while.
The confidence this gave him was solidified with each passing moment, as his experience in dealing with powerful figures had taught him how to weather even the most overwhelming of presences.
BUZZ!
In the blink of an eye, Xiao Ming's figure flashed out from both the third and fourth rooms at once, appearing to move as though both spaces existed simultaneously.
