Ling Xian’s robe was as white as snow, and his hair was as black as ink. His stance was menacing, and his grandeur was threatening. As if a God had descended into the world of mortals, he looked down on his opponents the way Gods overlooked living beings on Earth.
One hit from the palm shattered the Armor of Black Scales, and one strike from the leg demolished the Aoki Shield. How overpowering was him?
In the short amount of time they engaged in battle, three living foundational cultivators turned into corpses. How ruthless was he?
Those watching were shaken to their core. The scared three youths, especially, were quivering from head to toe.
Their leaders have died, how will they survive now?
"Master… You are strong."
Yun Yan was astonished. Her eyes shone, and her cheeks flushed as she watched the divine and brave Ling Xian.