"..." Li Yao watched Sheng Shiyu, the Illusory Immortal Sect's once-glorious Senior Brother, flee in disgrace like a drenched dog with his tail between his legs.
The shock in her heart was beyond words, her thoughts tangled like a skein of hemp.
She had never imagined Sheng Shiyu would show such an embarrassing side.
In a voice only she could hear, she murmured, "No one would believe this if I told them, would they?"
Li Yao could understand that perfectly.
After all, even having witnessed it herself, she could not help wondering whether her eyes had blurred and she had seen wrong.
If seeing it firsthand left her this doubtful, hearing about it would be even worse.
But something even more unexpected lay ahead.
After Sheng Shiyu fled a thousand meters and shrank to the size of an ant in the distance, his body suddenly exploded, scattering like fireworks.
He could not have been more thoroughly dead. When Li Yao spread her divine sense outward, she detected not the slightest trace of his presence.
Her gaze returned to Chen Mu, then shifted to Qin Xuanji and Ye Qingcheng. She was deeply curious about their origins.
Yet she lacked the courage to ask more.
Though she was an immortal herself, she could not help regarding the three of them as true gods now, filled with utter reverence.
Qin Xuanji appeared calm, but her heart was equally unsettled.
She had never imagined that her precious son would remain invincible even after coming to the Immortal Realm, sweeping aside everything in his path!
Slaughtering immortals was as easy and simple for him as playing a game.
She realized she had vastly underestimated Chen Mu's strength.
As for his true strength, her abilities were limited. She could not discern it-she truly could not.
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