With a single punch, Chu Yuan pulverized countless cultivators who had dared to oppose him into a bloody mist.
That one blow alone had obliterated hundreds of quadrillions of them. Ancestor Gods and those of lesser standing alike were powerless against the force of his strike; they perished instantly.
Of course, this was only a fraction of the total crowd. The number of cultivators present was beyond measure; even after the loss of quadrillions, vast, unfathomable multitudes remained.
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