The world fell silent.
Only the ripples in space left behind after the brilliant golden giant hand dissipated, along with the blood-red motes of light still not entirely extinguished throughout the sky, proved that the overwhelming scene had not been an illusion.
Luo Tianshen stood rigidly in place, the composure he usually wore long since replaced by unprecedented shock.
His gaze remained fixed on Xue Lingzi, who hung limp as mud in the void, his aura feeble, before abruptly turning toward Qi Lin, who remained utterly unruffled at his side. He could not help swallowing.
A Low Earthly Sovereign had defeated a High Earthly Sovereign across realms—and with only one strike.
Who would believe it if word got out?
Xue Lingzi had not been careless, either.
Luo Tianshen thought to himself that if he had faced Xue Lingzi with all his trump cards unleashed...
Even if he could have blocked that attack, he would likely have paid an unbearable price.
Luo Tianshen's throat went dry as a thought flashed through his mind.
Was Young Friend Qi Lin truly just a prodigy who had "ascended" from a lower plane?
He was more likely some "old monster" concealing his true strength!
At that moment, Xue Lingzi staggered and steadied himself. He looked at Qi Lin as if he were looking at a monster, his eyes filled with terror.
Yet beneath that terror lurked a trace of resentment and murderous intent, hidden in the depths of his gaze.
Still, he was a formidable schemer. He knew he had been utterly defeated, and whether he lived or died now rested entirely on Qi Lin's whim.
"Pfft—"
He coughed up another mouthful of black blood mixed with fragments of his organs, then forced himself to raise his head and look at Qi Lin.
His voice