Gu Wuji smiled, revealing his yellowed teeth—several of them had even fallen out.
That theatrically exaggerated smile made the White Tiger Hall Master's pupils tremble uncontrollably.
"How is that possible?!"
The White Tiger Hall Master cried out in alarm, staring at Gu Wuji in horror.
His own Gate Master's palm strike had actually failed to suppress him?
One had to know that the White Jade Gate Master's strike was no ordinary palm strike. Even sixth-stage Immortals of the same realm had to take it seriously; with the slightest carelessness, they would suffer grave injuries.
Why was Gu Wuji completely unharmed?
Not only the White Tiger Hall Master—even the White Jade Gate Master narrowed his eyes slightly, staring deeply at Gu Wuji.
All around them, the Rogue Cultivators were also shaken to the core. They had long since fled far away, and as they watched from a distance, they could not help but feel horrified.
Li Changsheng hugged his sword, his body trembling uncontrollably as he stared fixedly at Gu Wuji, seemingly unable to believe it.
"There is actually such an expert in the Eastern Continent!"
A gleam burst from Li Changsheng's eyes, but in the next instant, it vanished again.
Li Changsheng lowered his eyelids, lost in thought.
Heavenly Ghost Elder remained silent as well.
In the Eastern Continent, there was an unspoken rule: anyone capable of withstanding a single attack from the White Jade Gate Master was, at the very least, one of the Eastern Continent's peak experts.
After all, even the three of them, peak fifth-stage Immortals, would not find it easy to withstand an attack from the White Jade Gate Master.
At the very least, one had to be a sixth-stage Immortal!
Gu Wuji picked at his ear and looked at the White Jade Gate Master with