Hun Xiu's sole had already landed on Daoist Randeng's face, stomping down hard. With the immense impact, Hun Xiu drove Randeng beneath his foot and crashed into a mountain range on Mount Kunlun.
Boom! Rumble!
Hun Xiu descended with Randeng beneath his foot, landing atop the mountain range and instantly destroying one of its peaks. The entire Mount Kunlun trembled faintly, and the disturbance drew the attention of many powerful experts from across the Primordial World.
They seemed to cast their gazes toward Mount Kunlun. Mount Kunlun was the sacred ground of the Saint Primeval Lord of Heaven, yet all the Saints had gone to the Purple Cloud Palace within Chaos to discuss matters.
Why had such a change occurred on Mount Kunlun? It seemed as though some peerless Great Powers were sparring.
Sparring on Mount Kunlun, at the sacred ground of Primeval Lord of Heaven—it had to be said that their courage was truly immense!
Sparring at a Saint's sacred ground was undoubtedly the same as slapping the Saint in the face!
Fortunately, Saint Primeval Lord of Heaven was absent. Otherwise, these two sparring opponents would likely be in serious trouble.
They wanted to see which two reckless fools dared spar on Mount Kunlun. Whoosh! A storm swept through, blowing away the dust and revealing the scene within the mountains. The original mountain range had been destroyed, leaving behind only an enormous crater.
Within the crater.
A man in a green Daoist robe stood there. There was not the slightest fluctuation of spiritual energy or mana around him, giving him an utterly ordinary and unremarkable air.
He looked ordinary, plain, and commonplace.
Yet he possessed an otherworldly temperament. Few powerful experts in the entire Primordial World could possess such a bearing; only the legendary Saints could have it.
Leaving