The disciples of the immortal sects within Purple Cloud Mountain were completely stunned.
The scattered things falling from the sky were all fragments of their seniors.
The deaths of so many Nascent Soul stage experts would have caused an earthquake across all of Xuanzhou.
What was more, the person who had killed so many Nascent Soul stage cultivators was Lu Bai, someone of their own generation.
The impact of reality was so overwhelming that nearly everyone was too shocked to speak.
Some of the more quick-witted disciples, seeing that Lu Bai paid them no mind, forced down their shock and hurriedly fled.
For their own safety and the sake of their sects, they had to return as quickly as possible and tell their elders what had happened here.
Lu Bai genuinely didn't care about any of that.
He adjusted his breathing and casually released Elder Wang from the Mana restraining him.
Having dealt with all the people present who had dared to target him in one go, he felt no particular pride.
He had known from the start what he was capable of. He had simply brought it to fruition.
"Lu..." Elder Wang stared at Lu Bai, stunned, unsure what to call him.
At any rate, he certainly didn't dare think of Lu Bai as one of his sect's disciples anymore.
His display had been far too outrageous. In Elder Wang's mind, even an Integration stage cultivator probably couldn't handle things with such ease.
"What is it, Elder Wang?"
Lu Bai was mostly focused on using his spiritual sense to search for the deathmatchers. He asked casually without even looking at Elder Wang.
Honestly, after what Lu Bai had just done, Elder Wang felt it would be perfectly reasonable if Lu Bai treated him like a subordinate, let alone didn't