How could a few Foundation Establishment Realm juniors possibly withstand such earth-shaking might? Already drenched in sweat, they collapsed to the ground, their lips trembling. They couldn't force out a single word.
A feeling of death, mingled with boundless despair, seeped into their bodies. For an almighty being like this, a single hair could crush them to death countless times over.
Han Xuan's face was pale. Her eyes held nothing but terror; even her thoughts seemed to have been ripped away, and she felt her memories slowly fading.
She had no idea why this was happening. Why was such a mighty being cupping in both hands an ordinary object given to him by Wuhen? And the furrow left by that shovel slide had etched an indelible mark in her mind.
The mighty being seemed to have truly lost his temper, entirely forgetting his immortal bearing.
Especially that word "insolent"—it sent their blood and qi coursing backward, and even their Immortal Dao meridians seemed on the verge of rupturing. If he hadn't held back, a casual word from him could have darkened their path to immortality.
The Supreme Elder's eyes blazed with fury as he coldly stared at the person who had dared mock the Dao Ancestor. "Which disciple are you? Who took you in? You're merely at the Foundation Establishment Realm, yet you look down on mortals?!"
"I sent you to the mortal world to temper your character, not to make you arrogant and domineering in the Gan Kingdom's mortal lands."
"Such a simple principle—didn't the sect's main hall teach it?!!"
"Do I have to leave seclusion myself to teach you useless little cultivators?!"
His voice boomed like thunder, echoing without end. Light flashed across the Skyvault as outer-sect stewards, elders, and others from the Sky-Piercing Sect rushed over.