"Wine Sword Immortal..."
Kongwu True Person squeezed out those three words through his throat, his face twitching violently.
A full seven thousand years had passed. That name had long since been buried in the deepest pages of the Great Thunder Sound Temple's most dangerous ancient records.
Back then, with one man and one sword, he had carved his way through the Northern Dark Demon Sea, slain nine Demon Saints, and swept through the great holy lands without an equal.
Everyone had believed that this wine-loving madman had long perished within the river of time.
Who could have imagined that not only was he still alive and kicking, he had also survived the seventh heavenly tribulation and forged the body of a Seventh Tribulation Immortal.
On the Great Thunder Sound Temple warship, three golden-bodied Arhats trembled from head to toe. Even when the fierce wind tore their kasayas apart, they did not dare move a single step.
The various sects that had been clamoring all around fell deathly silent as well.
A Ji Clan elder collapsed limply onto the deck, bitterness filling his mouth. He even desperately restrained his breathing, afraid of drawing that terrifying being's attention.
Kongwu True Person struggled to straighten his back and pressed his palms together. Not a trace of his earlier dominance and arrogance remained.
"Amitabha."
Kongwu True Person lowered his head, his voice dry and trembling.
"This old monk did not know that Senior Wine Sword was still among the living. I have offended you greatly just now. This old monk was in the wrong."
A dignified Fourth Tribulation Immortal of the Great Thunder Sound Temple had directly lowered his head and admitted his mistake before cultivators across the world.
The hearts of every cultivator present pounded wildly.
To force Kongwu True Person to yield