At the sight of that enormous palm, which seemed to descend from The Heavens, every cultivator advancing toward it involuntarily sucked in a breath of cold air.
"What a terrifying Divine Ability! It shattered the earth outright!"
"That must be the man everyone's been searching for lately!"
"Who?"
"Black Tiger Daoist, the one who scared Little White Tiger into wetting himself. I heard Little White Tiger put out a bounty, calling for people to hunt down everyone from the Heaven Mending Pavilion in the Hundred Broken Mountains. He's made quite a spectacle of it!"
"Heh, he has no idea what death looks like. How many people could withstand a strike from that palm? I was thinking of joining the hunt, but now I'd better leave!"
As everyone departed, word of what had happened there quickly spread throughout the Hundred Broken Mountains.
In a valley, Shi Hao sat cross-legged atop a Nine-Headed Lion, listening to the big red bird beside him with a thoughtful look in his eyes.
"Boss, Black Tiger Daoist is from your Heaven Mending Pavilion. Do you know him well? Could you introduce me?"
"I don't have any ulterior motives. I just want to meet an outstanding talent like him."
The big red bird chuckled, his eyes full of anticipation. He was intensely curious about Black Tiger Daoist, whose abilities had been spoken of as nothing short of miraculous.
Seeing the big red bird's expression, the Nine-Headed Lion curled his lips in disdain.
You said you wanted to capture him and make him a War Slave. Now you've switched sides already. What a spineless fool.
Although he thought this, he naturally would not say it aloud. He had once entertained the same idea himself, but now he had become someone else's mount, leaving him thoroughly depressed.
Moreover, seeing