An Yun simply could not believe it.
He was in the Dao Treasury Realm, yet he had actually lost to Zhang Yi?
Strictly speaking, he could not even withstand a single punch?
How was that possible?
He felt fractures throughout his body. It was not merely his meridians—his essence, qi, and spirit, tempered through Martial Dao, had all been shattered.
That was the foundation of his Martial Dao.
With even his foundation shattered, recovery was impossible.
And as his essence, qi, and spirit collapsed, even his Martial Soul could no longer command his entire body.
Forget moving—he likely would not even be able to care for himself.
If his essence, qi, and spirit could not reunite, then his Martial Dao would be as good as erased.
Despair filled An Yun as he glared at Zhang Yi and roared, "I represent the Lord of the Holy Domain! You actually dare cripple me?"
"I dare kill you too!" Zhang Yi gave An Yun a cold glance. "If you insist on trying me, I can grant you that wish!"
He turned to look at Wen Tai. Wen Tai was instantly startled and hurriedly explained, "We came under the orders of the Lord of the Holy Domain to seek those destined by fate.
As long as they are destined ones, they can enter the Holy Domain and receive the Lord of the Holy Domain's guidance.
We received the Lord of the Holy Domain's guidance ourselves and cultivated to the Dao Realm within three years.
This is actually a good thing for all of you!"
His strength was roughly on par with An Yun's.
Since Zhang Yi could cripple An Yun with one punch, he could kill him with one punch as well.
Thus, he was truly frightened inside.
Zhang Yi said indifferently, "Azure Cloud