In the Eight Sceneries Palace, Taishang watched Lin Tian pin Yuanshi down so thoroughly that he could not even raise his head, all with a single Green Duckweed Divine Sword in hand. The shock in his heart was no small thing.
Just as all beings in the Primordial World believed, before today, Taishang had considered himself the foremost of the Six Saints of the Primordial World.
Even when he had witnessed that sliver of might Lin Tian revealed during his first clash with Yuanshi, he had merely thought that, after his breakthrough, Lin Tian had drawn very close to him.
Yet now, he watched a mere wisp of Lin Tian's divided consciousness wield the Green Duckweed Divine Sword against Yuanshi, who had unleashed his full might and held back only his final trump card, and actually beat Yuanshi down until he could not raise his head.
Only then did Taishang realize, with horror, that Lin Tian had not merely drawn close to him-he had surpassed him by far.
Other beings might not know Taishang's might, but how could Taishang not know his own strength?
Never mind fighting Yuanshi with a wisp of divine sense across trillions upon trillions of spatial spans. Even if I descended in person, I could not defeat him with anything approaching such overwhelming dominance.
And even that would require the aid of numerous magical treasures.
If I imitated Lin Tian, using no other treasures and fighting Yuanshi with just one weapon of slaughter, my chances of victory would probably be no better than fifty-fifty!
Taishang considered the difference in strength between himself and Yuanshi, indirectly judging the gulf between himself and Lin Tian. For a moment, he could not help drawing in a sharp breath.
Lin Tian was simply too terrifying!
Mount Sumeru.
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