The Three Great Ancestors all sucked in cold breaths, involuntarily retreating with disbelief filling their eyes.
The Ancestor whose arm had been severed looked even paler, his origin weakened, his face filled with shock.
"Does this man truly have no limits?"
The Three Great Ancestors exchanged glances, their eyes brimming with horror.
They had originally believed that, even if Yang Qing could improve rapidly, there had to be a limit.
As long as the three of them spared no cost, they should have been able to suppress Yang Qing. They had never expected things to turn out like this.
They could say with absolute certainty that, even if it had been the Desolate Heavenly Emperor, he would have been instantly suppressed under their all-out combined assault.
As long as they could suppress Yang Qing and wait for the other Ancestors to awaken, they were confident they could wear him down and erase him.
Yet what they had not expected was that, when faced with such a certain-death predicament, Yang Qing would display such unimaginably terrifying strength.
In that last exchange, they had clearly held the upper hand despite their severe injuries.
From barely holding on at the beginning, to matching them evenly, and then from an even match to gaining the upper hand.
Too fast! This rate of improvement was far too fast!
They were all too familiar with this situation. Before this, Yang Qing had also grown stronger the more he fought!
Most importantly, they had now fallen into a disadvantage.
Forget suppressing Yang Qing—they might even be suppressed by him instead.
Moreover, they could sense that Yang Qing was still continuously improving, still growing stronger.
They even wondered whether, if Yang Qing continued improving like this, they might be killed.
Thinking of Yang Qing's past achievements, they truly