The enemy does not move, I do not move.
Xu Lingjun knew that the strength of the elder before him was formidable, indeed the strongest opponent he had ever encountered in his life...
Even with the depth of the Cultivation Technique.
But the enemy was a figure who had reached the pinnacle of human Martial Tao...
Not to be underestimated in the slightest!
Their fists and palms had not moved.
Yet the air was filled with an invisible clash of energy, with the occasional snapping sound resonating in the air.
At this moment, Xu Lingjun's Spiritual Sense had already extended around the old man opposite, tightly surrounding him.
Xu Lingjun was fully confident; True Essence is to Spiritual Qi as fish is to water.
But no matter how mighty the fish, it ultimately cannot do without the nourishment of water...
And as long as you remain in the water, you cannot escape my Spiritual Sense's probe.
But as his Spiritual Sense scanned over.
