"Moon God isn't here?" Xu Zimo was somewhat surprised.
After all, he had sensed demonic qi before and thought it might have something to do with the Moon God.
Now, it seemed that was not the case.
Xu Zimo replied, "It doesn't matter if the Moon God isn't here. I want to find something, so I ask that none of you stand in my way."
"This is the Moon God Sect. Don't you think your demand is far too presumptuous and excessive?" an elder said.
"No, no, no. The fact that I haven't slaughtered all of you already is mercy enough," Xu Zimo replied, shaking his head.
Everyone's expressions changed.
Those words seemed to enrage some of them. Someone could not resist making a move, but with a wave of Xu Zimo's hand—
The sky-covering giant hand formed from endless spiritual qi in the heavens became even more majestic. Its suppressive force was like mountain after mountain, pinning everyone present in place.
No matter how they struggled, it was all in vain.
This made everyone realize that something was wrong.
"A powerhouse, a true powerhouse!"
Though the Moon God Sect had some influence and possessed several ancestor-level figures of its own, they had never seen an existence like Xu Zimo.
Only after seeing that no one could move did Xu Zimo begin walking toward the place where he had sensed the demonic qi.
Although the Moon God Sect members around him wore all manner of expressions—some furious, some fearful—
Real Person of Nine Snakes and Old Sun, following behind Xu Zimo, felt an inexplicable sense of glory.
Back then, Old Sun had merely been a storyteller, one of the lowest rungs of society.
When had he ever had the chance to display his holiness before so many cultivators of the