Soul-searching and spirit-seizing.
It was exceedingly tyrannical.
It was equivalent to—
an external force forcibly intervening,
entangling the divine soul,
and brutally crushing it.
Even if the caster's control was exquisite and there was no intent to harm, the person whose soul was searched would still suffer some degree of damage.
Though the red-haired elder's cultivation was high, by all reason, it was still impossible for him to defy the laws and search a soul without causing harm.
"His cultivation is unfathomable as an abyss, long beyond the comprehension of ordinary people like us!" the Ye Family ancestor sighed.
The imposing middle-aged man was aghast.
As a Great Emperor, his own ancestor had actually humbled himself so greatly before the red-haired elder, comparing himself to a mere man of the Mortal World!
In all these years, he had never once seen his ancestor act so humble before anyone!
What sort of boundlessly terrifying, heaven-shaking forbidden existence was hidden behind that grassroots youth from the borderlands, who had stirred up Fengyun and astonished heaven and earth over the past month?
A figure like this—
if he did not have an almost invincible, invincible lineage behind him,
who would believe it?
It was said
that when this youth had been in Great Xia,
he had already had countless backers.
In private,
everyone called him
the Backer King.
According to the intelligence,
the red-haired elder might have been merely one of his many backers.
Ever since Xiao Chen had made a name for himself, countless legends connected to him had begun to spread.
The people behind him were described as godlike and unfathomable, terrifying beyond measure.
Yet,
at first,
the overwhelming majority had treated it as a joke.
They had not believed it in the slightest.
Until
today.
Hong Chidao displayed his might.