"Impossible! Senior Brother Extreme Evil actually died—blown apart by a single palm strike?!"
"What exactly happened?"
"An illusion, this must be an illusion! Senior Brother Extreme Evil's Supreme Evil Divine Art has already reached an unfathomably profound realm, enduring through ten thousand tribulations without perishing. How could this insignificant barbaric human possibly be Senior Brother Extreme Evil's match?"
"No, this isn't an illusion. Stop deceiving yourselves. Senior Brother Extreme Evil really is dead, slapped to death by Wu Wudi in one blow."
"Damn it, where did this Wu Wudi come from? How can he possess such divine abilities? His mana is even more abundant than ours, the disciples of the Dark Hall. Is this a joke? Could there be a force in the universe more powerful than the Dark Hall?"
The many Dark Hall disciples could not help crying out. Seeing Daoist Extreme Evil utterly unable to resist before being slapped to death, his entire body shattered to pieces, this reality struck terror into their hearts.
All at once, it reminded them what it meant for there to always be someone greater beyond another, and skies beyond the sky. Entering the human race's sacred ground, the Dark Hall, did not mean one could run rampant and be invincible.
"How can this human, Wu Wudi, be so terrifying?"
The thunder demons were also violently shaken. Though they were not directly involved, they were still great demons of their generation and possessed keen judgment. Naturally, they could see Wu Wudi's terrifying strength.
Daoist Extreme Evil himself had been one of the few foremost experts. Even among the thunder demon race, not many could rival him, yet this kid had slapped Daoist Extreme Evil to death with one palm.
One could well imagine just how terrifying Wu Wudi was.
"Wu Wudi poses too