At this moment, Guo Sheng was filled with profound bitterness.
Who said that the Kunpeng Daoist was merely an Alchemy Master? Who said that the strength of an Alchemy Master was always the weakest among cultivators of the same realm?
If that were truly the case, then the Kunpeng Daoist would definitely be an anomaly among them.
That one skill in Magic, he admitted to himself that even if he had honed the Profound Ice Blade for ten years, he would still not be as swift and powerful as the opponent's Geng Metal Finger.
Not to mention, the opponent never even drew a weapon throughout the entire process.
He couldn't believe that a cultivator who could afford to spend five hundred thousand Lower-Grade Spirit Stones to rent the Five Peaks Mountain land wouldn't have one or two powerful Treasure Artifacts at hand.
And as for him?
