The Purple Clan's patriarch drew a deep breath, struggling to calm the turbulent waves in his heart.
Yet his voice still carried unconcealable shock. "Another Nascent Emperor Art! Not one, but two!"
"Wu Wushuang... Not only did he create an Emperor Art himself, he can also perfectly replicate the Dao arts of other Human Realm prodigies and merge them into his own Emperor Art!"
"Such... such a monster—even the legendary Heavenly Emperor was not this outrageous in his youth!"
Old Man Tianji's profound eyes were now filled with a light where realization and horror intertwined.
At last, he understood.
At last, he understood why he had never been able to deduce Wu Wushuang's Fate.
At last, he understood why this young man in green robes and a bamboo hat could remain so inconspicuous upon the Ten-Thousand-Level Heavenly Ladder, yet naturally take a seat at the edge of the Human Realm's section.
Because his Dao was the Human Way!
It was a Dao forged jointly by all the Human Realm's prodigies!
His Fate had already merged as one with the entire Human Realm!
To deduce him, one would have to deduce the entire Human Realm!
And what qualifications or ability did Old Man Tianji have to deduce that mysterious homeland that had bred this pack of monsters?!
On the Celestial Court's side.
The three Divine Generals all fell silent.
It was a deathly silence, a silence as though every last ounce of strength had been drained from them.
The Seventh Divine General's face was pale as paper, with a streak of blood still hanging from the corner of his mouth from the backlash earlier.
He stared fixedly toward the arena, at the place where Di Cang had vanished. In those eyes once so imposing and domineering, only emptiness and bewilderment remained.