The space within a thousand miles around the Desolate Silent Sand Sea had been completely frozen at this moment.
The White Tiger Demon Monarch's miserable screams still echoed through the space, like a beast about to be slaughtered, filled with unimaginable terror.
Its attack, powerful enough to kill a peak Dao Lord, had been shattered in an instant beneath Jiang Shu's seemingly ordinary fist and finger. Even one of its arms had silently turned to dust along with it.
That simple punch had not only shattered the White Tiger's attack, but torn apart its courage as well.
Its blood-red vertical pupils suddenly contracted, reflecting the figure in azure cloud-patterned Dao robes. The other man's aura was calm and unruffled, his gaze deep and still as an abyss, yet that posture of absolute control over power made its soul tremble more than any domineering aura could.
Without the slightest hesitation, the instinct to survive buried in the depths of its bloodline overwhelmed everything. The White Tiger Demon Monarch let out a shrill screech, turned, and fled.
Its remaining Demon Monarch power burned madly, sweeping up a raging demon wind as it instantly tore through space, about to vanish into the void.
Yet within this stretch of heaven and earth, wherever space existed was Jiang Shu's domain.
Jiang Shu did not even look at the enormous white tiger shadow fleeing in panic.
He merely raised his right hand lightly toward the direction in which the White Tiger was escaping, slowly spread his five fingers, then casually clenched them again, as though brushing away an insignificant speck of dust.
The White Tiger Demon Monarch, enormous as a small mountain and in the midst of tearing space apart to escape, along with the space hundreds of zhang around it, suddenly collapsed inward like grains