The foundation of Yu Ci had long since been laid bare by the Rakshasa Ghost King. Facts proved that the latter saint was nothing more than a joke; he was merely an abandoned disciple of the Li Chen Sect who had acquired the legacy of Zhu Tai Yi's flying stars of the heavens and won the appreciation of Yu Qing Xuan. To have reached this step was certainly breathtakingly talented, and he had also gained numerous forms of assistance,
but this definitely did not include any veteran supreme figures of the mysterious sects. Could it be that the Eight Sceneries Palace had quietly concealed an earth immortal great adept within?
No, how could an earth immortal of the Eight Sceneries Palace wield the status of the Four Sovereigns?
Furthermore, according to the most normal line of reasoning, shouldn't one strike while the enemy was sick and take their life?
Where were the subsequent actions?
Did the powerhouse who had resolutely unleashed the Supreme Goodness Seal only possess the power of a single strike?
The doubts remained unsolved, yet the irritation was gradually fading.
The roar that shook the entire realm was, after all, a form of vent, and it gradually dissipated at this moment. The Extreme Ancestor stroked his chest and rubbed it. When he lowered his hand, all expression had already vanished from his face.
He was, after all, the Demonic Sect's most supreme figure. Because his Dao foundation had been damaged, his mind had been in turmoil, but this kind of negative state could not accompany him forever. Moreover, due to unexpectedly gaining a buffer period, his mood had gradually calmed down.
Rage was of no help in resolving the situation. He had suffered a massive loss, but under the current circumstances, only the surviving victor had the