Thirty-six immortal departed spirits stood before him!
Such a lineup was enough to drive even other immortal departed spirits to despair.
Yet Su Yi stood alone, declaring that he would carry out a thorough reckoning.
And—
He had even taken the initiative to attack!
Who would not be shocked by that?
"Which fellow daoist is willing to test this boy's true capabilities?"
Feng Jinghai spoke in a deep voice.
Su Yi's aura was far too strange. There was not the slightest trace of cultivation on him; he was practically no different from an ordinary mortal.
Yet it was precisely because of this that no one could discern his true depth!
"I'll do it."
Along with a hoarse voice, an Emaciated Old Man clad in a golden robe and wearing a Jade Crown stepped forward.
He was tall and gaunt, his entire body suffused with boiling Silver Immortal Light. His might shook the heavens, his bearing capable of swallowing mountains and rivers.
Lie Wenzhong!
An immortal departed spirit from the Illusory Sword Immortal Pavilion, with an extremely exalted seniority.
Unlike those immortal Dao factions, this man had attained the immortal path in the human world. During the Primordial Era, he had been one of the renowned Mortal Immortals.
As he stepped forth, everyone revealed expectant looks.
"Be careful."
Feng Jinghai offered a reminder.
Lie Wenzhong said casually, "Rest assured, fellow daoist. Even a lion uses its full strength to hunt a rabbit. What more need be said of sword cultivators like us? If we do not strike, so be it—but once we strike, we must go all out."
As he spoke, he strode through the air.
With every step he took, heaven and earth trembled, mountains and rivers shook, and countless horrifying fissures split open beneath his feet.
That kind of