"Wine Sword Immortal..."
Kongwu True Person forced those three words out through his throat, his face twitching violently.
A full seven thousand years had passed, and that name had long been buried deep within Great Thunderclap Temple's most dangerous ancient records.
Back then, with one man and one sword, he had carved his way through the Northern Dark Demon Sea, slain nine Demon Saints, and swept through every great sacred land without rival.
Everyone had thought that this wine-addicted madman had long since perished in the river of time.
Who could have imagined that not only was he still alive and kicking, he had even survived the seventh heavenly tribulation and forged a Seventh Tribulation Immortal Stage body.
On the Great Thunderclap Temple warship, three golden-bodied Arhats trembled from head to toe. Even when their cassocks were torn apart by the gale, none of them dared move a single step.
The various sects that had been clamoring all around fell deathly silent.
A Ji Clan elder collapsed limply onto the deck, his mouth bitter. He even suppressed his breathing with all his might, terrified of drawing that terrifying being's attention.
Kongwu True Person straightened himself with difficulty and pressed his palms together. Not a shred of his earlier dominance or arrogance remained.
"Amitabha."
Kongwu True Person lowered his head, his voice dry and trembling.
"This old monk did not know that Senior Wine Sword was still among the living. I have offended you greatly just now. This old monk was at fault."
A dignified Fourth Tribulation Immortal Stage cultivator of Great Thunderclap Temple had directly lowered his head and admitted his mistake before cultivators from all under heaven.
The hearts of every cultivator present pounded wildly.
Forcing Kongwu True Person to yield and apologize was something that had never happened