With a single punch, the heavens changed color. The cascading waves of fire clouds, spanning the horizon, were pierced through by Chen Xuan, who carved a vacuum corridor right through them. The evolving Daoist spiritual patterns dissipated, leaving only splatters of sparks to rain down.
The cultivators who had not yet fled stood dumbstruck as the sparks splashed onto Chen Xuan’s hair and shoulders, failing to inflict even the slightest damage.
"Who exactly is this senior?"
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