The immortal light was so powerful that it shocked everyone.
Every powerful cultivator rose into the air, shrouding this world with immense force.
Fifty Great Saints—what an absurdly staggering number.
And this was merely the Yue Family, yet it possessed such scale.
If the Ten Great Clans gathered together, the number of powerful cultivators among them was unimaginable.
Fifty streaks of immortal light soared into the sky from Yueshan.
Rumble, rumble!
The entire vault of heaven fell completely silent.
Because these fifty Great Saints ruled over everything.
Countless powerful auras surged into the heavens. Every Great Saint cultivated a different Great Dao and wielded different powers of law.
Thus, the sky was now awash in every color, like neon lights and rainbows.
There were ten thousand Great Daos; though different paths led to the same destination, each had its own merits.
The man at the forefront was the Yue Family's patriarch, the Mountain Great Sage.
A mountain rested upon his back. His aura was dense and majestic; merely standing there was enough to suppress a stretch of heaven and earth.
He was like a god.
His gaze pierced straight into people's hearts, covering everything and suppressing everything.
His voice carried a faint echo.
"Those who offend the Yue Family shall die."
"Don't you have anything else to say? There's not even a shred of originality," Xu Zimo said with a slight shake of his head and a smile.
"Who are you?" the Mountain Great Sage asked.
"Since when did the ancestors of the True Martial Sacred Sect include someone like you?"
"You seem to know the True Martial Sacred Sect quite well," Xu Zimo said.
"At the very least, better than you do. Outsider, you should not have involved yourself in these matters," the Mountain Great Sage said.
"But it