Pseudo-Saint
"This..."
The Chanjiao disciples within Mount Kunlun were stunned. What was going on? How had their Vice Sect Master been sent flying?
What was going on? If they remembered correctly, their Vice Sect Master, Daoist Randeng, was a Quasi-Saint-level expert, one of the foremost figures on the entire Primordial Continent.
How had things turned out like this? Sent flying.
Not only had he been sent flying, but he seemingly had no power to fight back. Even his magic treasure had been shattered by a single punch from the other party.
If they had not heard wrong earlier, the magic treasure their Vice Sect Master had produced seemed to have been the Innate Supreme Treasure, the Qiankun Ruler, right?
"Gasp."
Thinking of this, the Chanjiao disciples could not help but suck in a sharp breath. What was an Innate Supreme Treasure? Even in the entire Primordial World, it was an exceedingly rare treasure.
There were very few experts in the Primordial World who possessed an Innate Supreme Treasure.
Innate Supreme Treasures possessed terrifying power. A Great Principle Golden Immortal with an Innate Supreme Treasure could stand against a Quasi-Saint-level expert. Even some weaker Early Stage Quasi-Saints, if they did not have a sufficiently powerful magic treasure, could not compare to a Great Principle Golden Immortal wielding an Innate Supreme Treasure.
If a Quasi-Saint possessed an Innate Supreme Treasure, they could be considered nearly invincible within the Quasi-Saint realm. Few experts could contend with them.
That alone was enough to show how terrifying Innate Supreme Treasures were.
Yet such a terrifying Innate Supreme Treasure had been reduced to scrap metal before their very eyes by a single punch from someone's bare flesh and blood. This fucking felt like a dream.
Had they not witnessed it with their own eyes, they would