Li Xuanzhen stood with his hair disheveled, his eyes wide as he stared at the scene before him in disbelief. His Dao sword clattered to the ground, as though his Dao heart had shattered along with it.
He opened his mouth, but no sound came out.
Every pore on this great Sword Cultivator's body was chilled.
Mere defeat would not have left him like this.
But his defeat had been too bizarre. He had condensed the Dao he had cultivated for a thousand years into a single, ultimate strike. He had even felt that this strike might severely wound some of those old monsters who were infinitely close to becoming Yin Gods.
Yet a pair of flesh-and-blood hands had destroyed it.
Now his opponent was grinning, and that sincere smile became an inner demon that Li Xuanzhen could never erase from his heart.
The distant crowd of experts also fell into deathly silence, too shocked to utter a word.
A great Sword Cultivator's sword had actually broken!?
And someone had forced his way right up to him, grabbed the blade, and snapped it with ease?
The sight, like an adult bullying a child, left everyone dumbfounded. They almost thought they had fallen into an illusion. Some Supreme Powerhouses even threw precious illusion-breaking treasures at their surroundings, only to find not the slightest trace of anything amiss.
"Th-this..."
"How is this possible? That's Li Xuanzhen!"
"Who exactly is this young man? Some supreme patriarch of body cultivation?"
"What is that surrounding him? Chaotic and obscure, impossible to peer into, unfathomably mysterious... like the mighty power of heaven itself..."
"Someone like this has actually sided with the Nine Provinces. The world is about to change."
"We still underestimated the Ancestral Ground. With someone like this hidden here, this is absolutely not a