Mengxi Temple's Hongjun Daoist

Di Jun's mouth twitched as he watched Kong Wu charge into the flock of sheep like a tiger, cutting down his opponents one by one. Beads of sweat slowly trickled down from his temples.

These people were all that person's masterpieces.

Each of them carried a seed that person had painstakingly created. They had been hegemons and prodigies of their respective eras.

If that person's expectations had not been too high, leading him to strip away their minds, none of them would have achieved much less than Qingfeng and Mingyue had at this moment.

But now, those marvelous methods were being used against Kong Wu and were completely ineffective.

A poison potent enough to annihilate an entire world was swallowed directly by Kong Wu. His face only flushed slightly, and his slaughtering momentum was not affected in the slightest.

A special magical treasure that had once destroyed worlds was twisted and kneaded by Kong Wu until it became a flat piece of scrap.

The Barbarian Tribe, famed for its strength, was grabbed by both legs and torn in half by Kong Wu.

Those beings who had once fought him to the death could not withstand even a single exchange against Kong Wu.

"As expected of that person's most satisfactory masterpiece."

Hearing Houtu's sigh, Di Jun seemed to recall something and asked in a low voice, "Was Kong Yue from back then also that powerful?"

That time, he had been outside dealing with the Otherworldly Beyond Realm beings who had trespassed, so he had not been present.

Houtu was silent for a while before sighing. "That fellow never underwent the trial."

"Never?" Di Jun cried out. "Then how did he get before that person?"

Houtu shook her head without saying a word.

How could she explain it?

She still remembered how,