The surviving disciples of the Emei Sect were thrown into panic, utterly terrified.
The Emei Sect had already been in turmoil because White Brow had disappeared, Li Yingqi was nowhere to be found, and Xuan Tianzong had died.
Just moments ago, they had suffered the tragedy of Dan Chenzi being severely wounded, Duan Lei being injured, and more than a dozen disciples being annihilated in a sweep of sword light.
This made them look even more flustered, dazed, and at a loss.
To make matters worse, the culprit behind all this was none other than Chang Kong Wuji, who had been dead for many years.
This shattered their entire worldview and left them utterly bewildered!
Of course, what shocked them most was that Ding Ling had actually defeated Chang Kong Wuji in an extremely short time!
How strong was Chang Kong Wuji?
In the blink of an eye, he had heavily wounded their Senior Brother, pierced through an immortal mountain, and instantly slaughtered more than a dozen disciples!
Such profound attainments in the sword had already reached an unfathomable level, far beyond what they could comprehend.
And yet, even so,
Ding Ling had still defeated—and even killed—Chang Kong Wuji!
His cultivation was so high that it had likely reached an immeasurably profound and supreme realm!
At this thought,
the attitudes of the Emei disciples toward Ding Ling underwent an extremely subtle change in an instant.
Their gazes at Ding Ling now carried hints of awe and reverence.
Earlier, when Dan Chenzi had introduced Ding Ling, they had regarded him merely as a guest. They would never have considered him to be someone of equal standing to White Brow Daoist.
But reality had left them somewhat unable to speak.
The Emei Sect had suffered a crushing defeat.
If Ding Ling had