While Wine Remains in Life, Drink Deep; When Has a Single Drop Ever Reached the Netherworld?
The vast Underworld was filled with deathly silence.
A moment later, it erupted into an uproar.
Shock!
Overwhelming shock beyond words!
The Twelve Ancestral Witches, Great Witch Xing Tian, and countless Underworld deities all sucked in cold breaths, unable to hide their shock and horror.
"Gasp... Ancestral Witch Zhurong really lost?!"
"This... why do I feel that Ancestral Witch Zhurong is in worse shape than if he had fought a great battle?"
"The Wine Sword Immortal's last strike seemed to surpass even the power of the Underworld's Dao of reincarnation."
Everyone spoke over one another, exclaiming again and again.
Zhurong's face was pale, his steps unsteady, and his eyes filled with lingering dread.
He panted heavily, staring at Gu Changqing in disbelief.
Needless to say, Zhurong, who had borne the brunt of it, was overwhelmed with shock and terror.
From that alone, one could imagine just how terrifying Gu Changqing's earlier methods had been.
Moreover, Gu Changqing had condensed all Eighteen Layers of Hell into eighteen Divine Ability Imprints.
Yet from beginning to end, he had used only two moves.
A mighty Ancestral Witch had fallen in defeat, just like that!
If all eighteen imprints were unleashed together, what kind of terror would overturn heaven and earth?!
Heaven-defying!
Utterly heaven-defying!
That was the only thought left in everyone's minds.
Amid the oppressive silence, a long while passed before Zhurong finally settled his blood qi and recovered.
He looked at Gu Changqing, his face full of astonishment, and exclaimed involuntarily:
"Fellow Daoist Changqing, just what kind of technique was that?!"
"How could it reach such a terrifying level, beyond the fathoming of ghosts and gods?!"
Zhurong was neither resentful nor concerned about losing face. He was simply filled with profound bewilderment.
He had acted in the past, suppressing the Eighteen Layers