The remaining Heavenly Sovereigns felt their hearts quake at the sight.
Futuo Xuan was a renowned veteran of the Great Thousand World. With his middle Saint Grade cultivation, he would have been a sea-steadying pillar in any supreme faction.
Across the entire Great Thousand World, those capable of defeating him barely numbered ten.
Yet now, this veteran Saint Grade expert had been reduced to such a wretched state by a casual flick of Mu Chen's finger?
If even a middle Saint Grade expert fared like this, then what were late Immortal Grade and early Saint Grade experts like them before Mu Chen, if not ants?
For a moment, the auras of the figures seated on the ring of jade platforms, previously as still as ancient pines, began to fluctuate.
Their gazes fixed on the black-robed figure on the central jade platform, wariness and solemnity intertwined deep in their eyes.
They had believed Mu Chen's strength relied entirely on the True Dragon and True Phoenix. Never had they imagined that he himself seemed even more terrifying!
Within the great array, the turbulent spiritual energy gradually subsided.
Futuo Xuan had slammed into the Spirit Array's wall of light. His gray robes were torn, his white hair disheveled, and the blood spilling from his lips was especially glaring against his aged face.
He braced himself against the ground with one hand, panting violently. Every breath tugged at the agonizing pain in his organs. Even his Saint Grade Heavenly Sovereign spiritual energy could not heal him quickly!
That finger... the spiritual energy unleashed by that finger was actually this terrifying!
The several Peerless Divine Abilities he had unleashed with all his strength had failed to hold it back even for an instant, pierced and crushed as easily as rotten wood!
"Cough... cough, cough..."
Futuo