"A mighty Nascent Soul peak Great Cultivator from the Limitless Palace, killed here just like that?!"
As he saw True Lord Floating Light reduced to a pulp at the center of the enormous crater, where the terrifying power had yet to dissipate, True Lord Huangmei's eyes widened in the midst of battle.
At that moment, he felt his body and soul tremble!
A profound chill rose unbidden in his heart, and even the hands forming his hand seals began to shake faintly.
Even True Lord Floating Light, a Nascent Soul peak cultivator, had fallen in an instant. What did that mean for someone as "unremarkable" among Nascent Soul late stage cultivators as himself?
Did that not mean that if Liu Yu ever harbored ill intent, he could die a violent death at any moment?!
At that thought, intense unease rose involuntarily in Huang Mei's heart, accompanied by a deep sense of relief.
He was relieved that he had befriended Qing Yang, that they were friends rather than enemies, standing in the same camp with the same interests.
Qing Yang's strength has probably reached the level of the Three Great True Lords by now, hasn't it?
No wonder he dared pluck chestnuts from the fire against four Great Cultivators. His formidable skills gave him formidable courage.
Shaken beyond measure, Huang Mei could only marvel. His earlier doubts vanished like smoke in the wind.
At the same time, every move Liu Yu made now appeared unfathomable in his eyes.
Amid his shock, a measure of awe crept into Huang Mei's gaze without him even realizing it.
Awe of strength!
Since advancing to the Nascent Soul late stage, he had not felt his life threatened for a very, very long time. Now, he felt that threat once again, unmistakably.
Qing Yang's strength...
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