One slash shattered his body and broke his Saint Dao.
Several hundred yards away, Dao Sage Yue Yu staggered to a halt. His white Daoist robe hung in tatters, and savage wounds covered him. For the first time, his Daoist body, untouched by dust for countless ages, had suffered such grievous damage.
His chest heaved. Blood surged up his throat, and no matter how hard he tried to suppress it, thin streams kept spilling from the corners of his mouth.
It was a wound to his Dao!
The foundations of his Saint Dao had been severed, its chains of laws shattered, leaving a grievous wound at his very source!
His cultivation would plummet for the time being. He had no idea how many resources—or how many years—it would take to recover.
But none of that mattered.
What truly terrified him was that the one who had inflicted these wounds was a Saint Emperor who had not even established his Dao.
That Saint Emperor had crushed him in just three slashes!
How terrifying was that?
If he was this fearsome before establishing his Dao, wouldn't he be able to cut down even a legendary Supreme Sage once he succeeded?
Could he... could even Bright Moon Spirit Tide Valley truly afford to provoke someone like that?
The tens of thousands of disciples and elders around them stood frozen, chilled to the bone, their minds reeling as though struck by lightning.
They looked up at the battered, wounded Dao Sage Yue Yu, then at the young man standing calmly in midair, his blue robe untouched by the slightest trace of battle.
Everything they believed had shattered. They trembled where they stood.
The excitement and fervor they had felt when Dao Sage Yue Yu first emerged from the Forbidden Land were gone.
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