"Hehe, I cultivate rather slowly."

Upon hearing this, Ji Fanya scratched his head sheepishly and said, "I've only just broken through to the second level of the True Profound Realm, and I'm far inferior to my senior brother."

Perhaps it was because the imperial dynasty had a relatively abundant amount of profound energy, but in just half a month, Ji Fanya broke through from the first level of the True Profound Realm to the second level.

"Oh, seven years old? Seven years old is such a mysterious age... Hmm?"

At first, Madam Deng didn't feel anything, but when she realized what was happening, even Aunt Wu next to her was stunned.

Second stage of True Profound Realm?

A seven-year-old at the second level of the True Profound Realm?

Is this speed slow?

Humility is a virtue, but please, there's a limit!

Is he still far inferior to the eldest brother?

"Then what is your senior brother's cultivation level?" Deng asked subconsciously, somewhat stunned.

"My eldest brother is eleven years old and has already reached the Earth Profound Realm."

As Ji Fanya spoke, a deep look of admiration immediately appeared on his face, and his eyes sparkled.

Deng: "..."

Aunt Wu: "..."

Are they out of touch with reality? Is cultivation really that easy now?

It feels like my worldview has been hit by a critical strike.

The main palace, beside the ruins.

"Bang bang bang..."

Shen Xiong vented almost all his resentment on the Twelve Dark Guards.

Even with a formation built by twelve people, the strength of a peak ninth-level Heavenly Profound Realm cultivator was gradually weakening.

There was nothing they could do; their attacks were utterly futile against this half-step Celestial Being.

"I'll give you one chance. If you can survive your own lightning strikes, I'll let you go."

At this moment, Shen Xiong suddenly said fiercely, "Otherwise, you can expect to be torn to pieces by this general."

In Shen Xiong's view, these damned humans dared to use lightning to ruin his grand plan to resurrect the Flood Dragon King, so if they were to die, they should die in the same way.

The Twelve Dark Guards: "???"

Lightning strike?

What the hell is this?

The twelve guards were completely dumbfounded. Had Shen Xiong gone mad? Could lightning be summoned so easily?

"What lightning? If you want to kill, then kill. Why bother with such a high-sounding excuse!"

The head of the secret guards spat out a mouthful of blood, but responded without showing any weakness.

"Ha, are you still going to pretend now?"

Shen Xiong continued his attacks, his face contorted with rage, and said, "You dare to use that lightning again? I'll give you a quick and painless death!"

"That lightning bolt just now?"

Upon hearing this, the twelve guards were all taken aback, as if they understood something, and couldn't help but shout angrily, "So, you attacked us as soon as you came out, just because of that lightning?!"

"You destroyed my king's resurrection pool, if I don't kill you, who will I kill?!" Shen Xiong said without any politeness.

I think you're the one who's really sick!

Now it was the Twelve Dark Guards' turn to suffer internal injuries. They angrily cursed, "If we had that kind of lightning, we would have released it long ago. Why would we be waiting here to be killed by you!"

"That lightning, you didn't release it?"

Upon hearing this, Shen Xiong's attack paused.

To be honest, given the current situation, the Twelve Dark Guards have absolutely no reason to continue lying.

"Of course not!"

The thought that they had been made scapegoats for someone else infuriated the Twelve Guards, who shouted angrily, "It was a young boy who led the way, and he's already gone!"

Shen Xiong frowned and said with dissatisfaction, "Why didn't you say so earlier?"

The twelve guards were speechless with anger: "Did you even ask?!"

[Key point, key point, key point! 】

Look over here, everyone! Old Mo counted again and realized he has seven apprentices. The introduction has been revised. If Old Mo said he included Lord Jue, would you believe him? (I'm so ashamed of my own stupidity.)