Red Robes

"Ah?!"

A pin drop could be heard in the great hall.

The True Persons, usually high-spirited and radiating imposing might, now resembled sculptures, blocks of wood. It was not merely that they stood dumbfounded—they simply did not believe it.

They had no idea what medicine the director of the City Construction Division was selling in his gourd, nor why he had staged such a scene. They did not believe the old man's cry of "assassin," either.

No one would believe it.

A Great True Person had been killed before a crowd by a mere Qi Refiner at Great Perfection?

Forget having no defenses up—he had even withdrawn his five senses and six perceptions.

Even if he removed his protective aura and allowed a Qi Refiner with a magic artifact to stab him a few times or slash him with a sword, at most it would leave wounds. One had to know that such minor injuries were nowhere near enough to damage one's foundation. Qi Refiners of the same realm would not die so easily, let alone a Foundation Establishment cultivator.

Even if one's chest and abdomen were ripped open and the internal organs torn out, one could still cling tenaciously to life.

The physical bodies of ordinary Dharma cultivators truly could not be called powerful. Without the protection of their protective aura, they could not withstand treasures wielded by those of the same realm.

Even a Qi Refiner carrying a magic artifact could injure a Great True Person who was utterly undefended.

But that was all.

A Great True Person's protective true aura could withstand even Dharma treasures of the same realm.

"A disciple of a great sect is indeed a disciple of a great sect. Even dying, he acts so convincingly." The Xing Gang's gang leader was the first