On another battlefield, a hundred miles away, a brief silence had fallen over the fighting there as well.
Kong Deming and Jing Hongchen stood frozen in place, their expressions completely stiff.
Their eyes were locked on Mu Xuan. That attack hadn't even been able to hurt him?!
There wasn't so much as a mark on Mu Xuan. It was as if that earth-shattering blow had been nothing but an insubstantial illusion.
A monster!
This was far beyond the limits of their understanding of Soul Masters and power!
How had he done it?! He'd taken a Level Ten Fixed Soul Cannon Shell head-on and emerged completely unscathed? That was the kind of power only a God could possess, wasn't it?!
"Was that... your full strength?"
Mu Xuan's indifferent voice broke the silence. There was no contempt or mockery in his eyes; he sounded as though he were simply asking a question.
He looked at Light Ye Xishui and spoke slowly.
"Level Ten Soul Tools are useless against me. Put away those toys and show me what you can really do."
"Let me see just how strong the current Pope of Spirit Hall is."
Boom!!!
Mu Xuan's words crashed through Kong Deming and Jing Hongchen's minds like thunder from the heavens!
What?!
That hadn't even been her true strength?!
Their thoughts churned, and a chill shot from the soles of their feet to their scalps!
They looked at Light Ye Xishui with even greater fear. Just how terrifying was this current Pope of Spirit Hall?
What kind of organization was Spirit Hall, to be able to contend with the Holy Spirit Cult currently ruled by Mu Xuan?
And the two seemed quite familiar with each other.
They knew Mu Xuan had emerged from Small River. Most likely, he was a clone of