Li Xian's Divine Sense reverberated above the Heavenly Book Tower, intimidating every Dao Lord present.
"So strong!"
"The Spirit Race Dao Lords led by Sword Thirteen... were finished just like that!?"
"What Secret Art was that!? Why didn't Sword Thirteen dodge at all, instead throwing himself straight under Li Xian's sword? Fate? Karma? Space-Time!?" "If not for the wondrous nature of a Special Lifeform, Sword Thirteen would have... died just now? Any other opponent-even a Great Luo Golden Immortal-would already be dead!?"
There was no clamor, no gasping, no shouting.
Even the fluctuations of their Divine Sense were suppressed to the utmost.
From the topmost existences capable of overpowering Primordial Unity Overlords to the Annihilation Dao Lords who could only contend with High-Grade Overlords, everyone fell as silent as cicadas in winter, no longer daring to speak recklessly.
At this moment, not a single Dao Lord present doubted whether Li Xian possessed the strength to slay a Great Luo Golden Immortal.
Sixteen Annihilation Dao Lords had attacked together, including Sword Thirteen and Moon Worship, two existences ranked among the top ten of all the Dao Lords in the Heaven's Mandate Cult... yet they had been slaughtered into a scattered rout, with six falling on the spot!
Who still dared claim that all those "coincidences" surrounding Chengguang were a grand performance staged for them by the Human Race's upper echelons using a Great Luo Golden Immortal who had betrayed his race!? How was that a performance!?
Clearly, Li Xian's Divine Abilities and Secret Arts had reached a level of intricacy beyond their comprehension.
Only by knowing oneself and one's enemy could one fight a hundred battles without peril.
If they could not even understand their opponent's Divine Abilities and Secret Arts, how would facing him be any different from seeking death?