Cultivation of Immortality: This is what unorthodox methods are like.

Wang Quan smiled.

At first he just smiled, but soon he burst into laughter.

He pointed at the rebellious king, a mocking look on his face: "So, according to you, I'm destined to die here?"

The rebellious king, Bandai, nodded: "That's right!"

As he spoke, the flesh and blood of this rebellious king began to writhe, and he transformed from an evil state into a human state.

At this moment, the evil forces around him, seeing his transformation, were filled with terror:

"Sir, what's wrong with you?"

Bandai Anti-King opened his mouth and exhaled a wisp of black smoke that circled around the evil beings. Soon, these evil beings surrounded an unknown evil being and made him Bandai Anti-King, then happily carried the banner away.

Other evils also began to ignore them.

Wang Quan stopped laughing and said seriously, "Is it destined that you will kill me?"

"Impregnating history?"

"Your master is that so-called 'young master'?"

The flesh and blood of this rebellious king wriggled and transformed into a handsome young man.

The young man was just like a human, with a graceful demeanor, imposing presence, and high spirits.

He wore a golden robe, a purple-gold crown, and held a gleaming golden spear in his hand.

"It's my destiny to die by my hand."

"As for my master? Heh, I am a prodigy among prodigies, a genius among geniuses, I have no master."

Pfft!

Wang Quan was speechless, then pointed at the other party and laughed.

The handsome young man frowned: "Facing imminent death, you use laughter to vent your fear?"

As he spoke, he pulled out a white cloth to wipe the spear: "Wang Quan, you have disappointed me greatly."

"I thought you would still struggle a little when you were about to die."

"In the end, all you'll do is grin foolishly."

Wang Quan sighed, saying with pity, "Young man, do you seem to have some misunderstanding about prodigies and geniuses?"

The spear-wielding youth frowned, taken aback: "What do you mean?"

Wang Quan pointed to himself: "What came to mind the moment you saw me?"

The spear-wielding youth frowned: "A legend about you."

Wang Quan nodded and sighed, "Even someone as legendary as me wouldn't dare call myself a prodigy."

"What right do you, a being without even a legend, have to call yourself the pride of geniuses, the prodigy among prodigies?"

The young man with the spear stopped wiping his spear and chuckled, "Just a legend, it can actually boost combat power?"

Wang Quan shook his head: "I am powerful in battle, which is why I have become a legend."

"It's not that the legends made them so powerful."

"You must not confuse cause and effect."

The spear-wielding youth curled his lip: "This legend is something unique to your human world."

"This legend is a rule set up by Heaven and Earth to make you leak information."

"It's truly pathetic that you, bearing the rumors, unknowingly leak your own information and are even smug about it."

Wang Quan was stunned, staring at the other person as if he were a fool: "Just a legend, and it leaked information?"

"Heh, you don't actually think that by seeing my legend you'll figure out my working habits and weaknesses, and then kill me?"

The spear-wielding youth nodded: "Not bad!"

"From your legend, I can naturally deduce what kind of person you are, what your personality is like, and how you handle things."

"You should know that in a battle between experts, the outcome can be decided in an instant if even the slightest weakness is revealed."

As he spoke, he continued to wipe the spear.

By this time, he had already wiped the spear to the middle.

Wang Quan sighed, his expression strange, and said, "Then, the information you have is not enough to kill me."

"Furthermore, didn't your family tell you when you came here that cultivators fight not for intelligence, but for their own inherent strength?"

"Without a solid foundation, what good is it even if you know all my methods?"

The spear-wielding youth sneered, about to retort, but Wang Quan continued:

"Since I was young, I have been practicing magic and have mastered a total of more than 12 million spells and hundreds of thousands of supernatural powers."

The spear-wielding youth raised an eyebrow and sneered disdainfully, "Bullshit!"

"How many brains do you have to learn so many magical abilities?"

"Heh...Trying to scare me? That's no fun!"

Wang Quan did not refute, but continued, "I have only crafted a few hundred spells and seven or eight supernatural powers from materials."

The spear-wielding boy blinked, puzzled.

This was the first time he had ever heard that magic and supernatural powers could be crafted.

Can those tangible but intangible magical attacks still be crafted?

interesting!

Wang Quan patted his treasure pouch, releasing a five-colored altar, then ascended the platform: "How many spells do you possess? How many supernatural powers have you crafted?"

"And how many more magical treasures are there?"

The spear-wielding youth laughed loudly, looking at Wang Quan with pity: "You live in the mortal world, you have no idea what cultivation in heaven and earth is like."

"The magic and supernatural powers you rely on are outdated and obsolete in both heaven and earth."

"If we want to learn, we can only search through old books."

"You country bumpkins, not only are you smug about holding onto old antiques like treasures, but you also love to brag and scare people."

"Is this interesting?"

Wang Quan exclaimed in surprise: "I once met a guy named Snowwalker, and I killed him with a single supernatural power."

"Even until her death, she dared not say that magic and supernatural powers in the human world were outdated relics."

"Are you perhaps even more skilled than her?"

The spear-wielding youth curled his lip in disdain: "Snow-Treading Madman?"

"Heh, she's probably just cannon fodder under Shi Kuangren's command."

"She spent her whole life in the madman's fairyland, practicing outdated methods."

"As for me, I grew up in the true immortal realm and cultivated the most advanced techniques of the immortal realm."

"I can kill cannon fodder like Snowwalker with a single spear thrust, and she'll be utterly annihilated."

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!

Wang Quan clapped his hands and exclaimed happily, "It seems you're quite the expert too!"

"It's been a long time since I've fought against someone of the same level."

"Today, let me have my fill and see what tricks you, this prodigy of the immortal realm, have up your sleeve!"

As he spoke, he lit sandalwood incense, waved the command flag, chanted incantations, and at the same time took out a bronze mirror and threw it into the air.

The next moment, he stepped into the bronze mirror and disappeared without a trace.

The bronze mirror then rotated and rose into the air, its reflection faintly appearing alongside the moon.

"Come, let's fight!"

Wang Quan's voice echoed in the air.

The spear-wielding boy was stunned.

He looked around but saw no sign of the royal power, and even the five-colored altar had vanished.

Where are they?

"Have they gone invisible?"

He shook his body, his bones cracking, and then transformed into a three-headed, six-armed form.

At the same time, he activated his qi and blood, his eyes shone with golden light, and his three heads and six eyes, like searchlights, surveyed all directions.

As a result, nothing could be seen.

What's going on?

At this moment, the king, having used his power, unleashed streams of magical energy, which transformed into hundreds of different spells, including defense, concealment, escape, substitution, deflection, and illusion.

"Come, let me see just how skilled these masters of Heaven and Earth are."

He prepared to fight, and then he saw the spear-wielding youth wandering aimlessly like a headless fly, with six searchlights shining haphazardly in the air.