After the many Primordial Creatures departed, only the human sacred lands, Divine Silkworm Ridge, and the Beginning Royal Clan remained within King Jin's Tomb.
After the Silver Blood Clan vanished, the Beginning Royal Clan, the strongest Primordial Royal Clan, had been willing to help Divine Silkworm Ridge this time. They had presumably received certain promises from Daoist Lingcan.
The various Holy Lords and mighty figures looked at Qin Sheng with exceedingly complicated expressions. Their eyes held thirty percent shock, thirty percent reverence, thirty percent disbelief, and ten percent despair.
Every time Qin Sheng reappeared after lying low for a while, he gave the world an earth-shattering surprise. The impact was so overwhelming that it left people dizzy, their Primordial Spirits nearly scattering.
Eastern Immortal, were you truly someone without limits?
His dominance in the battle at the Immortal Transformation Pool could still be explained by the Hengyu Secret Treasure. People could say that Eastern Immortal had relied on the advantage of his weapon; if other Severing Dao Kings had been given a Sacred Artifact, they could have replicated such feats as well.
But this time, Qin Sheng had beaten a Half-Saint of the Royal Clan into collapse with his bare hands, then launched a suicidal attack with a Saint Weapon. This was undoubtedly the finest proof of his personal strength.
A young man around thirty years old possessed combat power that was nearly Saint-level!
Such an achievement was exceedingly rare even throughout ancient cultivation history. Look at those three-thousand-year-old Living Fossils: they were a hundred times older than Qin Sheng, yet still troubled over how to Sever the Dao.
Comparisons truly could drive people mad.
Especially since Qin Sheng not only cultivated quickly, but showed no sign of falling behind in combat power either. He had grasped both aspects firmly,