Facing the Middle Stage, a Name That Shook the World! A Cunning Old Fox, Bestowing Favors and Placing Pieces!

"Hiss-" Sharp intakes of breath rose one after another, merging into a chorus that echoed across the heavens and earth.

Countless widened eyes stared in horror, riveted to the imposing black-robed figure standing in midair, one hand behind his back and the other already gripping a tiny Nascent Soul. None could tear their gaze away.

Before him, the True Lord's corpse had yet to fall. Only moments earlier, her beautiful face had been icy as she traded barbed words with him; now her lovely head was gone. Together, they formed a scene of overwhelming impact, hauntingly beautiful and grotesque.

It seared itself deep into the memories of every cultivator present, perhaps even into their souls. They might never forget it for the rest of their lives.

"How is that possible? How is that possible?!"

"Did I see that right?! The two True Lords exchanged blows, and then-before even the blink of an eye, the Upper Sect's Moon-Embracing True Lord's head just ex-exploded?" Someone rubbed his eyes in disbelief. Overwhelmed by horror, he failed to control his strength and rubbed the skin around them red.

"Wait, what is True Lord Ten Thousand Longevity holding? Could that be Moon-Embracing True Lord's Nascent Soul??" Another person slapped his forehead as a thought struck him and exclaimed under his breath.

"It's a Nascent Soul. It can only be a Nascent Soul!" Someone widely read recalled something and could not help swallowing.

"Heavens above, th-this... am I really not dreaming? Is this still reality? Aren't Nascent Soul Cultivators supposed to be incomparably powerful, unwilling to make enemies lightly or fight one another, and impossible to kill? How-"

"How was she captured in a single exchange? According to legend, a True Lord's Nascent Soul can use instantaneous teleportation-why didn't Moon-Embracing True

Lord use it?"

"She must