Pressure

Bang!

The two palms met.

His dharma robe billowed like a cape, his long hair flying. True Lord Mingyu frowned, then his expression turned horrified. The instant he struck, he knew something had gone wrong.

His mind was now utterly clear, and the illusion from moments ago had vanished without a trace.

"This..." True Lord Mingyu staggered back two steps. Blood rebounding from the impact ran down the corner of his mouth. He did not even spare the time to wipe it away, letting it drip onto the floor.

He hurriedly looked toward the person who had intercepted him.

That man wore a golden dharma robe and had a towering, brawny build.

Was that not True Lord Golden Ao!

The Golden Core Grandmaster who had been seated at a small table not far from True Lord Mingyu nearly fainted straight onto the ground. Even with his late Golden Core cultivation, he felt as frail as an ordinary mortal.

At this moment, he was so stunned that his mind went blank.

The proprietor of the Ancient Immortal Tower abruptly rose to his feet.

The Yuan Dao Alliance's vice alliance leader shouted, disbelief in his eyes. He had never imagined that a cultivator from the Hehuan Sect would attack. Even if there had been a verbal clash just now, no one had held much hope for that man's character. The Taiyi Sect had invited the Hehuan Sect cultivator not to start a war, but to make him speak less. Thus, they had not considered it any serious matter.

Most had merely been watching a show. After all, if the Taiyi Sect showed weakness, they could take a bite as well and acquire the catalog of the giant ship's internal combustion furnace at a lower price. Never had they expected that merely inviting