Szitu Hao collapsed limply to the ground, his trousers completely soaked, trembling like a sieve. His lips twitched incessantly, yet he could not utter a single sound, his eyes filled with absolute despair and terror. Everyone around them stared wide-eyed, watching the scene before them in sheer disbelief—the scholar in cyan robes who had effortlessly reduced Tu Gang to dust with a mere wave of his hand was now standing there unconcernedly, as if he had just performed a trivial task.
"Am... am I dreaming?" muttered a general of the Chifen Imperial Domain, pinching himself hard. The searing pain told him this was no illusion.
Fine beads of sweat broke out on Chi Yanxuan's forehead; he finally understood why Yun Xiao had been so emotional upon meeting this Master Chu. With such an almighty expert backing him, no wonder Yun Xiao could run amok in the Heavenly Realm. The Daoist Tianxu fell flat on his knees, his voice trembling, "A... even in my Peak Stage, this old man wouldn't measure up to a ten-thousandth of this exalted being!"
Chapter 758