"How could this be? How could this be..."
Yuan Twelve, his whole body half-charred, stood in the white-floss land as if possessed, repeating those words over and over.
There was no light left in his eyes.
Gone was the confident brilliance he had shown moments ago, that air of invincibility among those of the same realm!
His defeat had been too ugly, too miserable. Yuan Twelve's Dao heart had nearly collapsed.
In the end, the youth had failed to completely evade that savage beating. The Human Dao Lamp's terrifying strike had become the absolute nightmare of this descendant of the Saint.
If he could not emerge from it, he would live forever beneath the deterrence and domination of Li Qingyun's divine might.
"How could it be like this!"
On Three Saints Mountain, Uncle Nineteen Yuan's face was likewise filled with shock and confusion as he muttered to himself.
In his heart, this former top-twenty member of the main lineage put himself in the youth's place and found that even he would have struggled to withstand that mysterious azure lamp fire.
"Just how was this boy's lamp artifact forged? How could it possess such terrifying power..."
For no reason at all, even Uncle Nineteen Yuan, at the late Tree Connecting Realm, felt a measure of wariness and fear toward Li Qingyun.
"This boy is like a dragon. Among the clan's younger generation, he must already be the foremost at the same realm!" Whether Uncle Nineteen Yuan wished it or not, he could only pinch his nose and admit that fact.
Above Three Saints Mountain, a vast divine sense hovered for a moment before quietly withdrawing.
A sigh reached Uncle Nineteen Yuan's ears. "At the Shore Reaching Realm, this Yuan Li Qingyun is already beyond anyone's control. Do not stir up more