Xie Tian had clashed with Xiaoshu and Xuan Bing before, knowing how strong these two were.
Therefore, he had always harbored a curious admiration for the first disciple of Dao Gong.
But this curiosity vanished without a trace after his clone was almost killed by the other.
Fortunately, it was just a clone. The faint malice in Xie Tian's mind had not yet morphed into a killing intent, so at this moment, he did not use the Breaking Mountain Token for anything, but instead quietly observed his opponent.
He did not exert his malicious power, firstly because he knew that the other would most likely sense it, and secondly, he did not regard the other as an enemy, at least not for now.
"Martial God Body…"
Xie Tian murmured to himself, knowing that in the cultivation world of Jiuzhou, no one had produced a Martial God Dao Fruits for a hundred thousand years.
