Zhou Xuan toyed with the foul-smelling black qi sword at his fingertips, his gaze sweeping over the faces of the four old monsters one by one.
"I can do more than cure this illness." Zhou Xuan's voice was calm, without the slightest fluctuation of emotion. "Now I can use it as a knife, too."
He paused and looked at Old Ancestor Xuanming, who was leaning against the wall, gasping for breath.
"Senior Xuanming, are you satisfied with that answer?"
His words were blunt and brutal, without any twists or turns. They shattered the last little schemes lurking in the hearts of the four Longevity Realm old ancestors.
Old Ancestor Xuanming swallowed and nodded repeatedly, his voice terribly hoarse.
"S-satisfied. Young Master Zhou, your abilities reach the heavens. This old man is in awe."
He was truly afraid. In that instant, he had felt the threat of death with absolute clarity. If Zhou Xuan had exerted just a little more force, his Dao Fruit would have collapsed on the spot.
Emperor Jiang Wu silently moved his hand away from the State Shrine Seal. Old Ancestor Cangwu also dispersed the sword light at his fingertips.
They were all intelligent men. Since they could neither defeat him nor afford to provoke him, they could only admit defeat.
In a world where strength reigned supreme, whoever held the power of life and death made the rules. Though Zhou Xuan was still at the late Spirit Transformation stage, his standing in the Origin Return Alliance had already risen decisively above all four of them.
The Alliance Leader was the first to adjust his mindset. With a bitter smile and a sigh, he cupped his hands and bowed deeply to Zhou Xuan.
"Young Master Zhou, your divine might has convinced us, heart and soul." The Alliance