A Twist of Fate, Stealing the Pivot and Escaping; Clouds Fade, the North Abyss's Dao Heart Crumbles

As the core of the battlefield below, the Mohist Pavilion felt it most clearly.

Many ordinary craftsmen below trembled and huddled in corners, hiding wherever they could.

Meanwhile, the Mohist School disciples and craftsmen with some cultivation stared upward in alarm. Countless Blood-Clad Army soldiers, too, were looking up at this earth-shaking battle in the sky.

Among them, Guan Han's eyes were vacant, his heart filled with horror.

"Beimingzi..."

"Can someone truly cultivate the art of qi refinement to such a realm?"

Even after cultivating for many years, he felt incomparably small at this moment.

The identity of that old Daoist who had come for Yun Miao was not difficult to guess. Only that legendary figure of the Heaven Sect could unleash such might.

For Guan Han, reaching this realm after striving his entire life had already been his limit.

Yet even standing at that limit, he still could not so much as glimpse that man's back.

Now, that man had gone a step further. Wherever he went was a place Guan Han did not even dare imagine.

What shocked him even more was that even Beimingzi had failed to immediately subdue Zhao Cheng.

Just what kind of monstrous existence was this young Lord Wuwei?

No wonder Xuanmingzi had said that even the few of them together were no match for Zhao Cheng. This man was simply too terrifying.

"I hope Jing Shao saw this as well. Then he'll believe me and give up on assassinating Zhao Cheng."

"Still, with matters having reached this point, the Mohist Pavilion is no longer a place to linger."

Watching heaven and earth change color in the high skies, Guan Han's thoughts raced.

Zhao Cheng's cultivation and realm far exceeded his imagination.

With cultivation like that, trying to remain hidden in the Mohist Pavilion