More than thirty Emperor Realm cultivators—among them no small number of elite disciples from major factions, and peak Emperor Realm powerhouses.
There were even Holy Land World Travelers like Gu Mingxuan and Tuoba Yuan.
Yet under the siege of so many people, they had all been reduced to withered bones and shattered remains in the space of just a few breaths.
"T-this strength..."
"Just how powerful is he?"
Many people looked at the scene before them, their voices trembling, barely able to form complete sentences.
Lin Qingxue stared blankly at Jiang Fan's back.
Although the wound on her shoulder was still throbbing faintly, it was nothing compared to the shock in her heart at this moment.
She had once thought that this Junior Brother of hers had been accepted under Zixiao Zhenren only because Zixiao Hall needed him.
After all, in the entire Zixiao Hall, aside from Senior Sister Su Xin, who had already been crippled, there was no one left who could shoulder the responsibility of the next generation. They had to find a new successor.
Choosing Jiang Fan might have merely been an act of helplessness.
And since he had joined only recently, his strength was likely no more than hovering around the Emperor Realm at best...
But who could have imagined that scene just now...
With a casual slap, a giant palm of clouds had blotted out the sky...
And with effortless ease, he had crushed dozens of peak Emperor Realm experts with absolute power...
"Junior Brother Jiang's strength may be far greater than Senior Sister Su Xin and all the senior brothers of Zixiao Hall were at their peak back then!"
"Before this, I underestimated him!"
By comparison, Wang Shouyi beside her, as well as Su Ying and the others on the outskirts, were much calmer.