Fire Evil Dao

Inside the [Nonaction Unchanging Dao Ground].

As Wang Ping gradually withdrew the [Primordial Infinity Palm Seal] formed from the convergence of the five elements, the palm seal kept shrinking, swiftly dwindling from the size of a star to that of a mountain.

At its center, a dim radiance could still faintly be seen trembling, trying to break free. Yet it could never escape Wang Ping's five-finger mountain. He forcibly pressed it into the [Netherdark Pot], using earth yin soil to subdue earth yin water, then capped the pot and sealed it inside completely.

"Hiss..."

Now, when the many Breath-Consuming Cultivators in the Dao Ground looked at Wang Ping again, their gazes had changed entirely. Where they had once regarded him as more or less an equal, several degrees of awe had suddenly appeared.

No wonder he was the reinforcement personally appointed by the Dao Lord.

He truly was extraordinary!

Fortunately, they had not debated the Dao with this man earlier. With a move like that at his disposal, even if they spoke so eloquently that flowers rained from the heavens, he could simply slap them across the face.

For a moment, some spectators eager for amusement even smiled as they transmitted their voices to the only second-level Breath-Consuming Cultivator present:

"What do you think, brother? If you had gone up just now, would you have been confident of taking down that Qi Refiner from the Immortal Sect? Fellow Daoist Kun Yun looks no weaker than you to me."

"..."

Hearing this, Feng instinctively considered it. Had he been the one fighting just now, he could certainly have subdued the shadow too, but he was, after all, a second-level Breath-Consuming Cultivator.

Wang Ping's cultivation was clearly inferior to his.

At that thought, Feng quickly arrived at an answer. "This Fellow Daoist