The people of Chaos Holy Land were utterly shaken. They found it hard to believe.
After all, Zhao Wuji possessed the Desolate Ancient Sacred Body and was also the Holy Son of Desolate Ancient Sacred Land. Someone like him had set his sights on attaining the Great Emperor Dao. Why would he ever become someone else's follower?
Even if Xiao Yun had defeated Zhao Wuji, he could not possibly have forced Zhao Wuji to become his follower. Such peerless prodigies would rather die than submit, their hearts and wills incomparably steadfast.
Thus, even the Holy Lord of Chaos Holy Land looked shocked. He gazed at Xiao Yun before him and asked excitedly, "Xiao Yun, is what Supreme Elder Di Tian said true?"
It was not that he doubted Supreme Elder Di Tian. The news was simply too shocking.
"Holy Lord, what my master said is true. Zhao Wuji is now my follower." Xiao Yun smiled faintly, then turned to Zhao Wuji and said, "Come, greet our Holy Lord."
Zhao Wuji snorted coldly, but still bowed to the Holy Lord of Chaos Holy Land. "This junior, Zhao Wuji, greets the Holy Lord of Chaos Holy Land."
Everyone around them stood dumbfounded.
Now, no one doubted the truth of Di Tian's words any longer.
After all, seeing was believing, while hearing could be false.
Zhao Wuji himself had not refuted it and was even obeying Xiao Yun's orders. What was there left to question?
Suppressing the shock in his heart, the Holy Lord of Chaos Holy Land took a deep breath. He smiled warmly at Zhao Wuji and said, "Zhao Wuji, there is no need for such ceremony. Though you are Xiao Yun's follower, Chaos Holy Land will not bury your talent. From now on, your status in Chaos Holy Land shall