A terrifying aura, a staggering will.
If the Three Immortals were children, then the master of this aura was an adult—and one hardened by countless battles, a being who had slain thousands.
That will even carried an ancient flavor.
It was unimaginably heavy. Every thread of spiritual power seemed to have been specially tempered in blazing fire, then hammered over and over with iron.
Not a trace of impurity lay within it. Like a diamond, it gleamed brilliantly.
It was the accumulation of years, and the honing of countless experiences. Everything within it was like a wonder painstakingly built by humanity over a century, passed down through thousands of years into the future, like a volume of 'history' rolling over one's mind.
Ordinary people would not even need to fight when facing such a will.
This pressure alone was enough to make their hearts collapse, their minds bow down, turning them into prisoners—bound, crushed, and defeated by that powerful will.
It could only be said: worthy indeed of the Winged Dragon!
Before they had even met, that initial show of force was already enough to destroy a battle-hardened powerhouse.
Even Li Su, in that instant, felt the faintest hesitation in his heart, as though he had been bound.
But after all, he was not merely at the Immortal Realm. Not only had he once been a Great Luo, more importantly, his soul had been nurtured by Soul Supreme.
Taking a deep breath, Li Su directly shattered that incomparably heavy tyranny pressing down upon his body and mind. He withdrew the hand pressed against the corpse and, at the same time, raised his head, his gaze sweeping straight toward the skies thousands of miles above.
Without hesitation, he let out a long howl. Though his soul had yet to complete its