Arrival of the Nine Great Sects

Naturally, Qin Wentian didn’t know what the old man had just done. After breaking through to the fourth level of Heavenly Dipper, he could clearly feel his physique had also grown in strength. Right now, he wanted nothing more than an intense battle to find out the full extent of his current limits.

Back then, the six chosen who had ganged up on him all had a cultivation base at the fifth level of Heavenly Dipper. Right now, if those fifth-level cultivators were to fight him in another six-to-one battle, Qin Wentian had absolute confidence that he could completely annihilate the whole lot of them.

“I wonder how Purgatory is faring now.” Qin Wentian’s blood surged as a crimson ray of light shot out of his index finger. A moment, later the illusory form of a vermilion bird was formed, its outline growing clearer by the second. This was none other than Purgatory.