Submission!
A tremor!
This was absolute suppression from the source of their bloodlines, from the depths of their souls!
The color drained from the Three Pure Ones' faces, replaced by a deathly pallor.
The Origin/Foundation they took pride in, the title of "True Descendants of Pangu" they relied on to establish themselves—in front of Su Ming, it had actually become a joke!
Yuanshi Tianzun's lips trembled. He pointed at Su Ming, but his finger shook uncontrollably, and he couldn't utter a word.
He wanted to rebuke him, curse him, and demand an explanation, but the shudder that came from his soul left him without even the courage to open his mouth.
The cry of the Qingping Sword behind Sect Master Tongtian also changed from high-pitched and sharp to low and mournful, as though it feared Su Ming—or perhaps had submitted to him.
Only Laozi of Taiqing forcibly suppressed the turmoil in his heart. He stared fixedly at Su Ming and asked in an exceedingly hoarse voice, "You... who exactly are you?"
"Me?"
Su Ming's gaze swept over the three dazed faces. The corners of his lips slowly lifted, but there wasn't the slightest warmth in his smile—only endless indifference and majesty.
He took a step forward.
Boom!
That step seemed not to land on the clouds, but directly on the hearts of the Three Pure Ones!
The entire Buzhou Mountain, even the entire Primordial World Heaven and Earth, resonated at that moment!
Endless baleful energy rose from the depths of the earth. The battle cries of countless members of the Wu Clan seemed to cross through time and space and converge here!
Su Ming's voice rang across the universe like the voice of the Heavenly Dao. Every word contained supreme majesty and was deeply branded into the souls of the