After the Great Elder of Lingmiao Pavilion finished speaking, the group present once again sank into silence. They looked at one another, and in that moment, they finally understood what it meant to be a master—one whose true depth could never be fathomed.
Chang Yudi of the Yudi Sect: what a formidable practitioner at the peak of the Houtian Second Stage. Yet, in the eyes of others, this peak-stage master was nothing more than a tiny, fragile bubble. Even the divine soul of this Houtian practitioner had been casually pinched between the opponent’s fingers as if it were a trifle. What a terrifying, ruthless individual that must be!
A bubble—that was a fragment of a person’s divine soul, the very foundation of their existence, and it had been completely shattered just like that. And after extinguishing the opponent, the victor had not even shown a ripple of emotion, offering only the faint, detached sighs of a venerable predecessor. No matter how they analyzed it, one thing was certain: this person, Xiaoqing, was immensely powerful.
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