When Tang Luo, clad in heavy silver armor and carrying a drum-hammer weighing three thousand catties, returned to the underground magma cave, the young men who had become steel beasts could hardly recognize him.
Only Tang Bin and Tang Zhi raised an eyebrow, reminded of Tang Sen's appearance when he first returned to Xiling.
Old Man Xu, who had undoubtedly felt the sharpest in the group, detected something more in Tang Luo; now his aura was only at the peak of Mortal Realm.
Although he knew that Tang Luo would sacrifice his powers in order to enter the Minor Spiritual Realm, seeing Tang Luo calmly ditch his abilities made Old Man Xu uncomfortable. He couldn't help but question whether he could do the same if it were his own siblings in trouble.
Degrading one's cultivation level to that of Mortal Realm meant that one's painstaking endeavor of ten years would be gone in an instant, a devastating blow for any martial artist.
