Chapter 39 Sweeping

• Above the sky, the tornado had dispersed, but the aftermath still stirred the wind and clouds. Tan Xuan was suspended in the void, exuding a mountain-like aura. His cold gaze cast down, locking him in the sky from afar.
• Bu Tian looked at Tan Xuan's figure, his face changing and uncertain. He never thought he would be defeated by a monk who only had the true spirit level, nor did he expect such a complete defeat, such a tragic defeat. This was like stabbing him with a knife. And pain, especially for someone who is so proud.
• "Unreasonable. How could a true spiritual-level monk have such combat power? This person must have borrowed external forces in some way, or possess a magic weapon that greatly enhances combat power. After a moment of astonishment, Diser quickly calmed down and analyzed rationally.