An ancestor-level figure's Willpower Dharma Body had failed to withstand even a single punch before being blasted into powder!
Su Yi and the others could not calm their hearts.
What kind of terrifying might had that punch possessed, to be so tyrannical and unreasonable?
Meanwhile, the Gray-Clothed Old Man stood there in a daze.
His Daoist title was "Zhi Yue."
He was Guan Shui's martial uncle, Ling Jue's martial grand-uncle, and the senior brother of the headmaster of the Three Purities Temple's Taiqing Lineage.
His status was lofty, and his authority immense. Throughout the Zhongxuan Dao Ruins on the Other Shore of Destiny, everyone knew of him.
Yet just moments ago, he had watched Guan Shui and Ling Jue die one after another. He had watched their Grandmaster, Kong Che's Willpower Dharma Body, get blasted apart.
And he... had been utterly powerless to stop it!
All of this dealt the Gray-Clothed Old Man, Zhi Yue, an enormous shock and blow. Even his fighting spirit was wavering.
"Do you have any more trump cards?"
Ruo Su's limpid, soulful eyes gazed at Zhi Yue. "I have plenty of time. I can play with you to the bitter end."
Zhi Yue's expression was complicated. "Returning to simplicity to become an ancestor, entering the mysterious mechanism of the Dao... Since Your Excellency is a Dao Ancestor, why... why have you never left your name in the Zhongxuan Dao Ruins?"
It was truly strange. Among those who had become ancestors, which one had not left behind a bold and brilliant mark in the Zhongxuan Dao Ruins?
Yet no matter how hard Zhi Yue racked his brains, he could not recall any female Dao Ancestor like her existing in this world.
Ruo Su's delicate eyebrows knit slightly. "If you have no trump cards, can you stop