In the Yinyu River Grand Canyon.
Jiang Wuji knelt bolt upright, his entire body drenched in blood.
In the distance, fifty-nine figures in blue crowns and black robes stared in horror, unable to believe the scene before them.
Just one palm strike!
How could this beast be so powerful?
Back at Mang Mountain, he had barely defeated Jiang Wuyuan!
Yet in just two months, his power had multiplied several times over!
The old White Lotus Cult Leader appeared silently beside his disciple.
Bloody tears streamed incessantly from Jiang Wuji's eyes. This was humiliation unlike anything he had ever suffered; every word had pierced the pride of his entire life.
The old cult leader's eyes were grayish white. Struggling to suppress his horror, he said in a low voice:
"Martial Venerable Jia, oh, Martial Venerable Jia. You could turn every page of the history books and never find anyone who concealed himself as well as you."
Jiang Wuji shuddered violently. In more than sixty years of life, he had never been as horrified as he was now.
The fifty-nine black-robed figures felt as though lightning had struck them, towering waves rising one after another in their minds.
A Martial Venerable?
The old cult leader was calling him a twenty-year-old Legendary Realm Martial Venerable?
He had been at the Profound Insight Realm peak at Mang Mountain, and two months later, he was a Martial Venerable?
Who in the world would believe that?
The old cult leader had judged him wrongly!
"Heh, a Martial Venerable." The old man gave a short chuckle, his laughter steeped in endless fury.
Why?
He himself had only broken through to this realm at seventy-five!
What right did a twenty-year-old have to stand alongside him?!
He had to be a Martial Venerable!
No matter how dense his purple