A wave after wave of bone-chilling killing intent and immense majesty surged wildly from Wei Suo's body, changing the color of heaven and earth.
Although Wei Suo was not a cultivator born into nobility like Lin Taixu, nor did he possess the naturally lofty aura of Lin Taixu and the others, his shocking Golden Core Fourth Layer cultivation, coupled with the astonishing number of powerful cultivators who had fallen at his hands—especially the twelve heaven-shaking cultivators who had besieged him only to be slain in turn—made the supreme might radiating from him as he harbored killing intent even more immense than that of Lin Taixu and those antique-level figures from Xuanfeng Sect. He was like an ancient war god, a legendary divine king descending into the mortal world.
As this supreme might rippled out from Wei Suo's body, every cultivator present except Li Xieyi could barely control their bodies. Nearly all of them were on the verge of collapsing onto the ground.
"I never imagined you possessed such divine abilities." This gray-robed, middle-aged cultivator surnamed Chen unconsciously retreated two steps as well, but beyond his shock, an indescribable expression appeared in his eyes.
"I don't want to hear any nonsense. What exactly happened back then?" Wei Suo's will was now far beyond that of an ordinary cultivator, but this matter had haunted his heart for who knew how long. He simply could not control his mind, and his heart could not calm down at all.
The gray-robed middle-aged cultivator had only Division Thought Second Layer cultivation. Under the pressure of a cultivator at Wei Suo's level, he could barely even breathe. Yet upon hearing Wei Suo's words, he shook his head. "I can only tell you that an accident occurred back then. Your parents perished beyond the heavenly dome. As