How had it been only one move—he had only just struck—yet Meng Jingtian had already lost, and had even nearly died, his Dao extinguished?
And that "Senior Zhou" Meng Jingtian had shouted just now—could it be Zhou Ruiyang, Heavenly Monarch Zhou of Golden Sun Peak?
The Liuyang Sect cultivators watching from all around guessed in their hearts, but even as they guessed, they all looked toward Meng Jingtian, their faces showing sighs, pity, and sorrow.
Meng Jingtian felt those expressions. He stretched out his charred black hands and covered his cheeks, his whole body trembling, his heart in terrible pain.
He had been defeated by Wu Tao in a single move. Although Zhou Ruiyang had preserved his life and he had not died with his Dao extinguished, the shadow in his heart was enormous. Wu Tao had already become his Heart Demon.
Everything around him—Meng Jingtian no longer wanted to feel it, no longer wanted to hear it, no longer wanted to see it.
He only wanted to find a place, a place where no one could see him.
"Fellow Daoist Li, in this past more than half a year, you have actually become this strong..." Zhao Xuanfeng looked at Wu Tao and could not help but exclaim.
Wu Tao glanced at Meng Jingtian, who had his head buried and his whole body trembling, and paid him no attention. The defeated ate dust; there truly was no need to bother with him further. Instead, he swept his gaze over the watching cultivators. After seeing Huangfu Yang's figure, he said to Li Fengqing:
"Fellow daoist Fengqing, I have something I need to do. In a few days, I'll go to Chiyang Peak to find you, and you can tell me about the Valley of Myriad Spirits!"
After saying that, he greeted