Zhou Ming's voice was soft, without the slightest trace of anger, yet to every surviving cultivator of the Rebel-Slaying Alliance present, it was nothing less than a death sentence delivered from beneath Nine Nether.
In an instant, bone-deep cold surged madly from the depths of their hearts and froze their True Spirits.
"The Unity Realm..."
"He... he's actually in the Unity Realm!"
Someone in the crowd let out a scream brimming with despair and terror.
Those words struck everyone's hearts like a heavy hammer.
The Unity Realm!
An immortal existence who truly stood at the pinnacle of the Three Thousand Great Daos in the Primordial Universe!
What had they done?
They had actually tried to surround and kill a supreme powerhouse of the Unity Realm?
They had even smugly believed they had laid a seamless death trap?
"No... this is impossible!"
As one of the original masterminds behind this scheme, Celestial Pivot True Lord frantically recalled every piece of intelligence he had on Zhou Ming.
First, there had been the Green-Robed Man who "possessed True Saint Yuan Chu's legacy, but was injured and had less than a tenth of his strength remaining."
Then he had single-handedly crushed an encirclement of dozens of Great Luo cultivators.
After that, he had reunited with Hongchu, Cangxuan, and the others, plundered Fortune everywhere, and fought a running battle with the Rebel-Slaying Alliance across the entire Primordial Universe.
They had always believed Zhou Ming was merely a Returnee who recovered his strength somewhat faster than the others.
They had always believed that, so long as they gathered enough forces and laid a sufficiently powerful killing formation, they could suppress him completely.
They had even paid the price of having a Dao-Merging Peak expert detonate his own Laws.
But never in their wildest dreams had they