Cutting the Grass Means Uprooting the Roots!

Every Starry Sky Bandit felt as though an invisible hand had seized his heart in a death grip, making even breathing difficult.

Only one thought remained in their minds.

"Th-this is still a human?!"

How could one person's strength be terrifying to such an extent?!

Breaking a Saint Weapon with bare hands!

This had completely overturned the worldview they had built over thousands of years!

This was power that no cultivator could possibly possess! This was a god! A demon!

"Pfft—!"

With his Lifeblood Saint Weapon destroyed, Black Wind Ancestor's mind and spirit suffered a heavy blow. He suddenly spat out a large mouthful of blood, and his entire aura instantly withered.

He stared at his empty hands, then at the young man opposite him, who held a broken blade and had eyes so cold they contained not the slightest trace of emotion.

All the anger, ferocity, and cruelty on that old face vanished without a trace at that moment.

In their place was the most extreme fear, rising from the depths of his soul!

He finally understood that he had not provoked some sort of genius monster.

He had kicked a slab of iron capable of crushing him to pieces... No, it was a slab of divine metal!

The young man before him was neither an ant nor some powerful expert pretending to be weak.

He was a humanoid fiendish beast clad in human skin, one that had walked out of the primordial wilderness of the ancient era!

A monster that could press a Saint Lord Realm Triple Heaven expert like himself into the ground and grind him beneath its feet through sheer physical strength alone!

Keep fighting?

What a load of crap!

His strongest Saint Weapon had been snapped apart like a sugarcane stalk. What could he possibly