In the valley, the moonlight was cold as frost.
Time seemed to have frozen for several epochs, yet it also seemed as though only an instant had passed.
Immortal Venerable Zihua's knees went weak, and he nearly fell to the ground.
This veteran Immortal Venerable who had lived for tens of millions of years wore an expression of utter shock, his lips trembling uncontrollably.
In his eyes was reflected the white-robed figure by the cliff, while deep within his pupils surged a stormy tide of horror and bewilderment.
"Though Li Chen is detestable, he is absolutely among the finest of the Half-Step Kings..."
"A Half-Step King... together with more than a dozen top-tier Immortal Venerables... just... vanished?"
It was not defeat, nor was it suppression. They had completely vanished!
The kind that could not even run away!
Such power had utterly surpassed Immortal Venerable Zihua's scope of understanding.
He had once paid respects to a true Immortal King and felt that vast, boundless kingly majesty.
Yet even if an Immortal King took action, it would be exceedingly difficult to accomplish something like this... so lightly!
So... naturally!
Azure-Robed Sword Venerable's arm was trembling faintly as well.
He had practiced the sword all his life, his Dao Heart as firm as a boulder, yet at this moment, he felt his Sword Heart shaking.
He stared fixedly at Su Bai's calm profile, as though he had done nothing at all, while the scene from moments ago replayed over and over in his mind.
There had been no earth-shaking eruption of aura, no mysterious and intricate manifestation of laws, not even the slightest leak of superfluous energy fluctuations.
It had been as casual as brushing a speck of dust from one's sleeve, as effortless as blowing out a candle flame.
Yet what had