Great Terror

So resolute, so pure, so awe-inspiring.

Everything Wu Pifu had done, everything he said at that moment, and the bearing he displayed left no doubt about it.

The dozen or so enraged Ascendant Bodies gradually calmed down. It was not because they intended to compromise or let go, but because they too deeply understood one thing.

Other than erasing the human before them with absolute violence, no amount of words, compromise, or exchange of interests would work.

Put in plainer terms they could understand, this man's heart in pursuit of the Dao was as unbreakable as diamond—utterly indestructible!

Even that valiant goblin lowered his gaze and said, "What do you intend to do next?"

Wu Pifu instead asked curiously, "What do you mean, what do I intend to do? Kill our way over there. Catch them and kill them all the way through. What else? Besides..."

Wu Pifu pointed to the sky. The black qi that had blanketed heaven and earth had just vanished, and the strange phenomenon it should have triggered lacked the strength to continue. The world had already returned to clarity, clearly proving that killing a single Celestial Dragon noble was nowhere near enough to tear open this world's black curtain.

"Isn't this still far from enough?"

The many Ascendant Bodies fell silent, then vanished one after another. This was merely a projection of their thoughts. Since words and deals could not achieve their goal, they now had only one final method left.

After those Ascendant Bodies disappeared, Wu Pifu shook his head inexplicably, then flew directly back up to the ship. Ignoring the baffled, strange expressions of the others, he said, "All right, stop staring. Keep heading toward the territory of the next Celestial Dragon, Celestial Dragon noble, or Celestial Dragon clan... Why are there so