Before the battle at Purple Cloud Platform began, one of the most discussed topics in the world was exactly how strong the Temple Master was.
In the end, those Primordial Dao Traditions and top contemporary factions arrived at a unanimous answer:
Combat strength comparable to the very best of the early Divine Infant Realm!
In a one-on-one fight, he was fully capable of standing shoulder to shoulder with Feathered Ascension Realm titans of the current age like the Painter and the Fisherman.
This was the conclusion inferred from the battles at Jiekong Temple and God Crafting Workshop.
But now, after Su Yi sent the Painter flying with a single punch, people abruptly realized that their assessment had been wrong!
After two months, the Temple Master's strength had clearly surpassed what it had been before!
This truth made the hearts of countless people pound wildly.
Pfft!
When the Painter steadied himself, he could not help but cough up blood, staining the front of his robes.
His face was pale, his brows knitted tightly, filled with shock and doubt.
He too realized that his previous judgment had been wrong.
"I told you. Among the four of you, Painter, you alone are the least worthy of notice. Not only is your state of mind inferior to theirs, even your conduct falls short of theirs."
Su Yi spoke softly.
Sword intent swirled around him, sharp and intimidating. There was no contempt in his words; he was merely stating a fact.
Before his voice had faded, Su Yi's figure flickered like drifting light, already charging toward the Painter again.
"Attack together!"
The Fisherman, Deng Zuo, and Yan Daolin all sensed that something was wrong. Yan Daolin was the first to act.
Rumble! A terrifying aura rose from Yan Daolin's body, vast as a great curtain