The Divine Sword Sect Challenged the Ancient Immortal Holy Land-Were They Sure They Hadn't Gone Mad?
Almost in an instant, Gu Jianhun furrowed his brow. Golden light, as tangible as substance, burst from his eyes and pierced through the void.
The aura emanating from his body carried terrifying pressure, crushing the surrounding void until it twisted and collapsed without cease.
At this moment, Gu Jianhun was somewhat enraged.
Who was he?
He stood above the Three Hundred and Sixty-Five Prefectures, one of the ten ancient hidden powers, the mighty Holy Lord of the Ancient Immortal Holy Land!
His cultivation was unfathomable, his strength tyrannical and invincible, his combat power heaven-defying!
He was an object of reverent worship for countless martial artists and martial forces!
Even when he walked the outside world, countless martial artists and factions would flock after him, as though a heavenly prince were walking among mortals.
Who would dare disrespect him?
Who would dare refuse submission?
But now!
He had actually been insulted by an ant that had crawled out of some backwater corner, asking whether he could take a beating or not?
Fuck, that was sheer dog guts turning into bear guts!
Outrageous!!
The group of experts behind Gu Jianhun now had their eyes widened round and their mouths hanging open wide enough to fit a duck egg.
Every one of them wore expressions of astonishment and disbelief.
Some experts from the Ancient Immortal Holy Land even thought they had misheard, instinctively digging hard at their ears.
After a moment of stunned silence, they all came back to their senses and turned their gazes in unison toward Shen Tianxing on the arena, their eyes filled with thick mockery and ridicule.
They looked at him as though he were some colossal idiot.
Strange things happened every year, but this year had them in abundance!
Just what backwater corner had this shabby little Divine