He knew all too well the extent of Senior Brother Zhang’s abilities.
In his Purple Core state, slaying Golden Core cultivators was as effortless as slaughtering chickens or cattle.
How could Zhong Shentong, a mere Foundation Establishment cultivator, defeat Zhang Qianmo?
Driven by this question, Li Fan opened the battle replay.
In the void, Senior Brother Zhang stood with a cold expression, hands clasped behind his back.
Not far away, a white-haired elderly man, dressed in Daoist robes, smiled amiably at him.
“I seek your guidance, young friend!”
As soon as Zhong Shentong finished his greetings, his expression abruptly shifted.
Pointing with his right finger, azure light suddenly filled the sky above Senior Brother Zhang’s head.
Each beam of light was as sharp as a flying sword, stabbing toward Zhang Qianmo.
Senior Brother Zhang snorted coldly, and Purple Firmament Divine Lightning materialized around him, striking directly at the onslaught of azure light beams.
Azure and purple clashed, mutually annihilating each other into nothingness.
Zhong Shentong’s fingers danced without pause.
Blue, purple, crimson, scarlet...
In an instant, a kaleidoscope of multicolored light beams surged forth like an unending river, an onslaught that showed no sign of stopping.
The sheer density of the attack forced Zhang Qianmo into a desperate defense.
Most terrifyingly, it was unclear whether these multicolored lights originated from a divine ability or an artifact. They appeared to require no expenditure of energy whatsoever, showing no signs of weakening from the moment the attack began.
In fact, the light beams rained down even more heavily with time.
Gradually, wounds began to appear on Senior Brother Zhang’s body.
Though they healed almost instantly, he still appeared thoroughly disheveled.
In contrast, Zhong Shentong remained relaxed and composed from start to finish.
These multicolored divine lights are truly extraordinary.
Li Fan mused to himself as he watched. Could it be that Zhong Shentong relied on these to defeat Senior Brother Zhang?
No... Though the multicolored lights possess astonishing destructive power, they are only effective on those at the same cultivation realm. If Senior Brother Zhang were to assume his Purple Core form, they likely wouldn’t even breach his defenses...
Suddenly, Li Fan seemed to realize something, and his expression turned grave.
So that’s how it is...
He fixed his gaze on Zhang Qianmo in the midst of the battle.
Wounds bloomed across his body like flowers, only to be instantly healed by the power surging within Senior Brother Zhang.
As the battle continued, this process repeated endlessly, as if it would never cease.
But a Foundation Establishment cultivator's power had its limits.
Though Senior Brother Zhang's spiritual qi reserves far surpassed those of ordinary Foundation Establishment cultivators, they were far from infinite.
When the battle stretched into its first day, then second, then third... his original reserves finally began to run dry.
Thus, Zhang Qianmo was forced to begin drawing upon the energy stored within his Purple Core.
Back when Li Fan was cultivating the Tribulation Body, he had suspected that the Purple Core within Zhang Qianmo was the Purple Firmament Sect's method for containing and suppressing one's cultivation.
Now, it appeared his suspicions were correct.