"Ye Xiaohua!"
Kuang Min's startled cry rang out almost at the same time as Ye Lingxiao's self-introduction.
As an executioner of the Daoist Sect, he knew better than most the might of the Dao Chief's [Righteous Dharma Heavenly Punishment]. The terrifying Thunder Method was merely its outward manifestation. What was truly cruel was its erasure of sin and punishment of falsehood. The two heavenly sigils upon the pillar of lightning represented dissolution and pain, respectively. Every strand of lightning flayed and carved its target inch by inch while inflicting the utmost agony.
Yet Qian Chou, enduring such pain and still speaking calmly beneath the lightning pillar, had truly shattered Kuang Min's understanding time and again.
But the shock brought by his power did not compare to the shock of that face.
Cloud Kingdom, visible from Pegasus Plateau, had never been much in his eyes.
But he recognized the leader of Cloud Kingdom—the High Heaven Pavilion Master.
He recognized not only who he was now, but who he had once been.
The moment he saw Ye Xiaohua, he even understood where the man's hatred for the One Truth Sect came from, and why he bore such hostility toward it—there were countless people under heaven who hated the One Truth Sect! Did the You Clan not hate them? Did the Moqi Clan not hate them?
They were all insignificant falsehoods. The One Truth Sect did not care!
He was merely astonished that such strength had been hidden beneath Ye Lingxiao's skin.
That man of immortal potential from back then—that frivolous fellow, all pretty face and no substance.
Without a sound, he had endured and grown to this extent.
Ye Lingxiao suddenly raised his eyes!
That opened Golden Body was still resisting the thunder brought down by the One Truth Sect Chief's [Righteous