"Retreat! Retreat, now!"
"He's gone mad! The Grand Elder was blown apart by a single punch—even his Primordial Spirit was devoured by that monstrous thing!"
On the main plaza, the hundred thousand cultivators who had originally stood in perfect order erupted into complete chaos.
Tables were overturned, jade plates shattered. The mighty figures of the various immortal sects, usually so lofty and aloof, no longer cared about any immortal bearing. They scrambled and crawled frantically toward the gap in the formation that Su Yueli had torn open with her bare hands.
Zhao Chengfeng, at the peak of the late Eleventh Realm and wielding his bonded divine weapon, had failed to withstand even a single punch from his opponent.
This was not a sparring match at all. It was a one-sided slaughter.
Amid the deafening chaos of battle and panic, the atmosphere atop the platform was silent to the extreme.
Young Sect Master Lu Feiyu slumped limply against the armrest of the pure gold throne, his face pale as death.
He had completely lost even the strength to stand.
"You wretched son! Look at the disastrous karma you've brought upon us!"
A cold snort, filled with suppressed fury, rang out.
The current Sect Master of the Azure Cloud Sect—a middle-aged cultivator at the middle Eleventh Realm—shot to his feet from the seat of honor. His hands, hidden within his sleeves, trembled faintly beyond his control.
He had never imagined that the mortal Lu Feiyu had casually killed years ago would bring such a terrifying Ten-Thousand Tribulations Realm Ultimate Dao demon upon the sect.
"Feiyu, stay behind us. Do not let your Dao Heart fall into disorder."
At that moment, Lu Cangtian, the abdicated old Sect Master who had been sitting quietly upon the tall pure gold throne radiating faint immortal light,