章節 2544: Requiem of the Holy Land

"So that's why!" Taichu Saint Emperor stared at Ye Futian. Everyone had greatly underestimated Ye Futian's strength. The people in the Divine Prefecture only thought that he had great potential, cultivated Buddha's Celerity, and could escape cultivators who had survived the second Divine Tribulation of the Great Path.

However, all of them had underestimated Ye Futian's actual combat effectiveness. He was able to kill Zhong Miao with his own strength alone, which meant that his combat effectiveness might have already surpassed that of a cultivator who had survived the first Divine Tribulation of the Great Path.

There was no way to compensate for the gap between cultivators in the Tribulation Plane and Renhuang. So, how did Ye Futian do it?

The look in Taichu Saint Emperor's eyes changed, but then a cold light flashed across. Even so, what could he do now?

Even if Ye Futian was a peerless genius talent, here today, he would be slaughtered.