Silence!
Deathly silence!
Within the vast Heavenly Dao Operation Temple, thousands upon thousands of All Heavens Old Ancestors had fallen completely silent. Only the spatial ripples and lingering energy that had yet to fully settle silently spoke of the earth-shattering clash that had just occurred in that flash of lightning.
Everyone, including those Half-step Immortal Old Antiques, had disbelief written all over their eyes!
The Buried Sword Ancestor, a sword dao titan famous for a hundred million years and a terrifying being suspected of having climbed the Immortal Heavenly Ladder, had actually been sent flying with a punch and severely injured, head-on, by Fang Tianzun, who had risen to prominence merely a few centuries ago?
How... how was that possible?!!
Just what level had Fang Qing's strength reached?
His physical body, his divine power, that bizarre devouring divine ability... all of it far surpassed what they knew of newly ascended Hongshen experts.
"Thank you for going easy on me, Buried Sword Daoist Brother."
Fang Qing cupped his hands slightly toward the distant Buried Sword Ancestor, who was struggling to rise with a feeble aura. His tone was calm, carrying neither pride nor contempt.
The Buried Sword Ancestor's expression shifted between pale and livid. His robe at the chest was stained red with blood, and his aura was in turmoil. He stared fixedly at Fang Qing, his eyes filled with complicated emotions: unwillingness, shock, and an indescribable sense of defeat.
He could clearly feel that a portion of the core sword intent of the Buried Sword Origin, which he had cultivated painstakingly for hundreds of millions of years and regarded as his foundation, had been forcibly devoured and refined by his opponent! This was not merely defeat—it was damage to his Dao Foundation!
He opened his mouth, seemingly intending to demand