More than that!
Under the tyrannical, invincible pressure of Shen Tianxing's palm imprint, even the Ancient Immortal Holy Land's supreme treasure, the dragon carriage, was covered in spiderweb-like cracks and nearly shattered on the spot.
The might of thirty percent power from a single palm was terrifying beyond measure!
After casually striking out with one palm and sending Gu Jianhun into an existential crisis, Shen Tianxing stood proudly, tall and straight, domineering as he looked down upon all below. His icy gaze swept over the many forces of the Three Hundred and Sixty-Five Prefectures beneath the arena.
He was like an invincible ancient war god looking down upon a pack of ants!
At this moment, his invincible bearing was fully revealed!
At this moment, he was the ruler of this place!
Was the Immeasurable Heavenly God Venerable from those distant ages merely a name?
Of course, it had to be admitted that Gu Jianhun's defeat had been both expected and incomparably stifling.
It was expected because Shen Tianxing had once been the Immeasurable Heavenly God Venerable, a figure who had truly ruled the world. Though his realm and cultivation had now fallen, his understanding of the martial path and the foundation of divine abilities he possessed were far beyond what the holy master of some ancient hidden force like Gu Jianhun could compare to. His defeat had naturally been inevitable.
As for why it was stifling—
Heh, that was not difficult to understand.
As the holy master of the Ancient Immortal Holy Land, Gu Jianhun was not only an exceptionally gifted powerhouse of his generation, but also possessed a powerful and profound foundation. He could naturally look down upon every force in the Three Hundred and Sixty-Five Prefectures. A mere Divine Sword Sect was beneath his notice, for he had