In the Wind Tomb Territory, Tian Zhouzi led thirty-one Ancestral Immortals roaring past. They shot into the void, transformed into a cluster of stars, and vanished.
Immediately afterward, seven or eight figures in the distance around the High Heaven Court also shot rapidly in all directions.
These were also Ancestral Immortals who had come to watch. Many had already left, but some had stayed behind. Unable to see the outcome, those ambitious overlords were unwilling to give up.
Now they had seen it.
The Great Zheng Sacred Court had finally revealed its formidable side before everyone.
Everyone fled as quickly as possible, afraid that the Great Zheng Ancestral Immortals would come to encircle and kill them.
High in the sky, two figures flashed past one another in a certain location.
"I never would have thought it. I never would have thought it. We truly raised a tiger that turned against us. Great Zheng's growth is far too terrifying!" said the Blue Robed Man, his face filled with shock.
"Yes. When the Wind Tomb Territory fell into chaos back then, no one paid it any attention!" the Red Robed Man sighed.
"Sacred King, didn't Great Zheng come from the Small Chiliocosm World? It has only been a few hundred years—how could it have become so terrifying? Are Ancestral Immortals now counted by the batch? Even with the Three Great Sages joining forces to besiege him, they couldn't do anything to Zhong Shan. A dignified Sage was even slapped twice by Zhong Shan in front of everyone under Heaven. This... I even thought I was seeing things!" the Blue Robed Man said, still shaken.
"You weren't seeing things. Great Zheng's momentum is indeed far too fierce. In just a few hundred years, it has accomplished what others could not accomplish in tens