Even the most ordinary person dying before their eyes in such a manner would have been enough to shake them to the core.
Let alone a supreme powerhouse from a sacred domain, someone capable of towering over a host of Great Emperors!
"If I didn't see or hear wrong, did Young Master Chen just plunder Leng Aotian's cultivation, Saint Body, Heavenly Dao Emperor Weapon, and even his lifespan, all at once?"
"There's no mistaking it. Even if cultivation and Saint Bodies are things we can't see or touch, his personal Heavenly Dao Emperor Weapon did indeed fall into the young master's hands, and his ten thousand years of life vanished before our very eyes."
"Plundering someone else's cultivation, Saint Body, lifespan... how is this any different from an Evil Cult Technique?"
"Of course it's different! Compared to how powerful this is, Evil Cult Techniques look practically righteous and orthodox."
"..." The words reached their lips, but they could not refute him.
That was indeed the truth.
Gulp! Adam's apples bobbed as they swallowed.
The feeling of having narrowly escaped disaster grew ever stronger.
Thank goodness they had not made an enemy of Chen Mu.
Losing their lives was a minor matter. What they truly feared was being left alive with their cultivation gone.
Watching helplessly as the achievements they had earned through thousands of years of effort were forcibly devoured by Chen Mu in a single second.
To them, that was simply worse than death.
Afterward, Chen Mu had Leng Aotian, now reduced to skin and bones, hung by a rope from the Emperor Weapon Pavilion for display.
It would allow the Great Emperors who came later to take a good look and ask themselves honestly whether they had the strength to run wild in Tianyuan.
They didn't? Then they