"Evil Altar! How dare you!"
The aged voice rolled like thunder, suppressing the billowing clouds for thousands of miles.
Even the few clouds above Lu Qing's head were blasted apart by that single cry.
Ignoring the clouds around him, he propped up a Spiritual Power formation, pouring an endless stream of Spiritual Power into it to block the crushing pressure of that voice.
"So this is the power of the Golden Core Realm!"
As far as Lu Qing's naked eye could see, the dusty layers of clouds were shoved thousands of miles away in an instant, exposing a patch of pale azure sky beyond.
As the clouds scattered, a towering hand opened from the ground below, its might horrifying. Several tiny, black-dot-like figures were caught in that hand like ants pinched between fingers, unable to move, their lives and deaths no longer in their own hands.
Such a terrifying display was enough to alarm cultivators in every direction.
Countless figures rose into the sky from forest cultivation caves and secluded chambers within cities, their gazes turning in unspoken accord toward the source of the sound.
"Why are those evil cultivators causing trouble again?!"
"How did they end up provoking the Phoenix-Tail Ancestor?"
"With the power of a Golden Core Ancestor, those evil cultivators are dead unless the master of the Evil Altar intervenes."
"Look! It seems people from the Sword Sect, Jade Mountain, and Heavenly Mountain Sect are coming too!"
"Why have all three Immortal Sects sent people at once? The leader seems to be Elder Wufeng of the Sword Sect—the one in charge of the Sword Sect's Discipline Hall!"
"Now this will be a show!"
Lu Qing looked over, sensing the faint air of a storm about to break.
And at that moment.
The palm that had just displayed