At the foot of Heavenly Realm Mountain.
The many experts of the Twelve Tribes wore expressions of shock and awe.
Everyone stood rooted to the spot, their gazes fixed on the blue-robed figure hovering in the air.
Li Qingshan held the small golden tower in his hand, chaotic light flowing endlessly around him. He resembled a young deity who had emerged from chaos, suppressing all things and looking down upon all living beings.
Four half-step Immortal Emperors had attacked together, two of them wielding a genuine Immortal Emperor Armament, the Vajra Bodhi Bell. Their might surged to the heavens, driving Xiong Sanzang, Zhurong You, and the other experts of the Twelve Tribes back like a storm sweeping through rotten wood.
Everyone had thought they would be unable to escape calamity that day, and that even Heavenly Realm Mountain would be utterly shattered.
Yet no one had expected Li Qingshan not only to survive the Immortal King Heavenly Tribulation, but also to single-handedly suppress two half-step Immortal Emperors, severely damage the Immortal Emperor Armament, the Vajra Bodhi Bell, frighten off the other two half-step Immortal Emperors, and then capture the three treacherous high priests with the same overwhelming force of a storm sweeping through rotten wood.
With his strength alone, he had forcibly turned the entire battle around!
"Is... is this the strength of the Heavenly Emperor's Successor?"
Xuantian Long clutched the wound on his chest, which still throbbed with pain. His voice was hoarse, yet filled with the shock of someone who had narrowly escaped death. "He only just broke through to become an Immortal King... and he can already suppress half-step Immortal Emperors?!"
Zhurong You was equally stunned. The power of the Great Dao of fire slowly receded around him, while his eyes, which seemed to burn with flames,