With a single finger extended, the mana fluctuations and aura around the black-robed old man abruptly weakened.
It seemed that most of the true essence within his body had erupted forth with that single finger.
This black-robed old man was at least on Chen Qingdi's level, with cultivation at the Great Completion Nascent Soul stage. With such cultivation, if nearly all the true essence in his body erupted at once, what kind of power would the Daoist Art it unleashed possess?
If the Daoist Art he cultivated was itself no weaker than Kuang Wuxin's or Huang Wushen's, then the might of this technique should have surpassed Kuang Wuxin's earlier strike, which had seemed to manifest an entire star.
Yet although this black light, like the Yin-Yang Life-Death Rope, struck Huang Wushen directly as though leaping through the void, it did not produce even the slightest earth-shaking explosion or impact. It seemed not even to make a sound, merely rippling outward with a radiant glow like water.
"You!"
Yet at that instant, Huang Wushen suddenly let out a slightly panicked cry, and a flicker of alarm crossed his face!
"How is that possible!"
The red-robed Daoists, the Kunlun disciples—every cultivator present—had their minds struck by an unimaginable shock at that moment.
Forget the Kunlun disciples; even in the hearts of the red-robed Daoists whom Kuang Wuxin had drawn to his side, Huang Wushen had been a godlike existence... When had anyone in the world ever seen a god who looked down upon all beneath heaven reveal panic on his face?
Yet that alarmed expression, which dealt an unimaginable blow to the minds of nearly every cultivator present, was now vividly displayed upon Huang Wushen's face.
The water-ripple-like radiance, which had spread soundlessly without any explosion or impact, gave off an unfathomable,