Although Luohu's departing figure had vanished beyond the western horizon, the world-shaking arrogance he had displayed on Vulture Peak lingered in everyone's hearts, refusing to fade.
Throughout heaven and earth, all living beings wore different expressions.
Some were horrified, some sighed, some secretly rejoiced that they had not been drawn into the affair, while a deep wariness flashed in others' eyes.
After all, when Luohu had reappeared in the world, his situation had been perilous beyond measure.
Back then, Dao Ancestor Hongjun had personally suppressed him, nearly destroying both his life and his Dao. Had Gu Changqing not intervened out of nowhere and sheltered him on Golden Ao Island, this once-insufferably arrogant Demon Ancestor would likely have been reduced to dust, no longer existing in the world.
Afterward, Luohu had even placed himself under Gu Changqing's command, lying low within the Interception Sect and keeping such a low profile that he had all but vanished.
Without realizing it, all living beings in the Primordial World had formed a certain notion after this series of changes.
The Demon Ancestor of old... might already have fallen into decline.
After all, someone whom the Dao Ancestor had suppressed to the brink of death, who had no choice but to live under another's roof and rely on a junior's protection merely to survive-what trace remained of the supreme ruler of the Devil Dao he had once been?
Many cultivators had even sneered inwardly in private, believing that Luohu was merely a fox borrowing Gu Changqing's tiger-like might. As for his own strength, what waves could a homeless cur whose cultivation had fallen to the level of a primordial origin golden immortal possibly stir up?
But today.
That heart-stopping clash on Vulture Peak had been like a resounding slap, striking everyone hard across the face.