Rumble!
As the deafening roar continued to reverberate, the Gate of Primordial Beginning could no longer withstand the terrifying force unleashed by Ning Wangshu's Fist light. It exploded with a thunderous crash!
In an instant, it shattered into countless pieces!
The Gate of Primordial Beginning had actually been blasted apart by a single punch from Ning Wangshu, delivered from afar!
Pfft—
As the Gate of Primordial Beginning shattered, Bei Ji Tianzun's body jolted violently.
It was as if he had taken a heavy blow. An unnatural flush surged across his face, and he could no longer hold it back. He opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of bright red blood, which scattered into a cloud of Blood mist...
Bei Ji Tianzun was horrified.
He stared up at Ning Wangshu in disbelief. The arrogance and haughtiness in his eyes were gone, replaced by indescribable fear and panic.
Yet more than anything, he was still in disbelief!
The several Grand Elders of the Beiting Sword Sect standing not far behind Bei Ji Tianzun were just as utterly shocked. Bewilderment and helplessness showed on their faces as they stood there dumbstruck.
"H-how could this happen!? A-Ancestor... did, did he lose?"
They murmured in a daze, looking utterly lost.
But almost at once, they shook their heads repeatedly and cried out in disbelief, "No! Impossible! This can't be! Our Ancestor is an Earth Immortal Giant at the Late Stage of Mahayana! How could he lose?!"
Clearly, they could not accept this outcome.
Their hearts were full of unwillingness.
Below, the people in Taiyuan City erupted in an uproar once more.
Everyone stared in shock, eyes wide.
Gasps of disbelief rose one after another.
"T-this is too outrageous! Good heavens... just how powerful is the patron Tianzun of the Qinglan Sect? He actually