Fiery light flared in Luo Bei's eyes. An indescribable presence surged from his body alongside fierce, unmatched waves of arcane power, like a straight plume of wolf-smoke stabbing through the heavens.
At that moment, everyone present was seized by an illusion: Luo Bei himself seemed to have become a sword—a violent, unyielding sharp blade that would rather break than bend.
Yun Mengsheng, a disciple of the Great Freedom Palace, stood on the same level as Shi Ruyi and Qu Daozi.
Nan Liyue was one of the most outstanding disciples among Kunlun's younger generation. Although he had not yet had the chance to refine the Qiankun Yuan Dan, his cultivation itself still surpassed Luo Bei's.
Hundred Poisons Mountain Man was one of the Eight Great Demonic Daoists. Like Yun Hezi, he rarely walked the world, yet he had still been ranked among the Eight Great Demonic Daoists. His cultivation was likely far above even Qu Daozi's.
Gu Liuyun was Nan Liyue's martial uncle.
Faced with these four people, who, if they joined hands, could inflict wounds even upon Kuang Wuxin, Luo Bei acted resolutely and without hesitation.
"I left Kunlun for you."
The moment those fierce, peerless waves of arcane power rippled from Luo Bei's body, Gu Liuyun, clad in a gray robe, repeated those words in his heart. Originally, his expression as he looked at Luo Bei had been indifferent, as though they were two people with little connection between them. Yet the instant those fierce, unmatched waves of arcane power spread from Luo Bei, his gaze abruptly blazed. In that instant, a soul-stirring and immensely majestic might crushed toward Luo Bei.
Everyone clearly knew that Gu Liuyun's body had not grown larger, yet at that instant, they all had the illusion that he had suddenly become a radiant heavenly