So Weak, Afraid of Being Crushed Between

The nearly thousand Seventh Realm cultivators Yantian Palace had left at its headquarters had no power to resist. Even if they simply competed in Dao power and traded basic attacks, all thousand of them together would not be a match for even one of them.

"Everyone, could you tell us what we did wrong?"

A humanoid True Immortal with a rat's head stepped forward, his manner humble and sincere.

He was Yantian Palace's deputy palace master, Laka.

As for the palace master... he was comprehending the Dao in another faction's high-speed Daoist Temple.

The Thirty-Six Thousand Immortals in the starry sky said nothing, disdaining even to answer him.

Instead, they turned around in unison and shifted their gazes.

They bowed together, awaiting your command.

Everyone's eyes turned toward you.

You smiled calmly. This was exactly the kind of pomp you liked.

With your current normal state alone, you could instantly blow apart everyone in Yantian Palace. Whether you could bypass the Dao laws and kill them was another matter, but with Return to Truth and Essence Reward and Punishment, it would be no problem at all to spread your spiritual power across these nine thousand light-years and instantly whittle them all to death.

For transcendent beings from different starfields, even if a conflict arose, the first step was still to communicate through spiritual senses, crossing language barriers. Thus, unless it was a special case like Bai He or a kill-on-sight encounter, Essence Reward and Punishment could succeed nearly one hundred percent of the time.

But if you had to act personally every time, what was the point of having sworn sons?

A qualified big shot should long since have stopped doing everything personally.

Even when taking a dump, there should be someone specially assigned to suck beside him!

"I think