Three hundred miles outside Immortal City, in an unnamed mountain forest, the atmosphere turned silent the moment Bertha uttered those five words.
Minor Immortal Cultivator!
What kind of overpowering strength is this?
Beyond the Nascent Soul stage, Basil Jaak did not know what levels existed further up the hierarchy. But as Bertha mentioned, a Minor Immortal Cultivator was undoubtedly a level higher than the Nascent Soul stage, at least by one full tier.
"Heh, Bertha. Back in the Six Islands, you weren't my match. Now in the cultivation world, you're still not my equal."
Austin Cliffe's expression tightened as he spoke aloud, "I'll give you one more chance. For the sake of the fact that we have no grudges or hatred between us, you can leave this place—alone. But if you keep stopping me from killing Basil Jaak, I will show no mercy!"
"Heh, so this is the attitude of a Minor Immortal Cultivator. No wonder you speak as though you own the world."
