Crack--
The crisp sound of a mirror shattering rang out, and the entire projected finger instantly broke apart inch by inch.
Fragmented Light scattered like a shower of stars, then turned into fine dust in the blink of an eye, dissolving rustlingly into Heaven and Earth.
"How could this be?!"
Purple Emperor's heart shook violently. In the eyes of a Grand Unity Golden Immortal, such a technique should have been as natural as breathing.
Ordinary mortals might not have seen it clearly or kept up.
But to an immortal who had long since transcended the mortal world, it was merely a minor technique that could be shattered with a raised hand.
Even though that strike had been as swift as lightning, in Kong Xuan's hands, it had not lasted even half a breath.
The might of a cultivator was evident from this alone.
"Who are you?" Purple Emperor stared at the blue-robed Daoist before him and asked in a deep voice.
The Daoist's lips curled slightly, his smile calm and profound.
He raised his head and gazed upward, his eyes clear and bright as he looked straight toward the heavens.
His expression was indifferent, as though he had merely brushed away a speck of dust.
"Kong Xuan."
The two words rang out clear and resonant as a jade chime.
This man was Su Yang's second disciple—the Human Race's Holy Master, Kong Xuan.
"Kong Xuan?!"
Purple Emperor's pupils contracted sharply as he incredulously sized up that peerlessly elegant, otherworldly figure—the Quasi-Sage Peak whose reputation shook the Primordial World!
Shock gave way to dread. Wherever his name reached, even mountains trembled.
His expression tightened, and he asked warily, "Since you are a Saint's close attendant, why have you set foot in the Earthly Immortal Realm?"
Kong Xuan smiled faintly and nodded. "Heh