The little Daoist boy, the Thousand Mountains Formation, and not even children were spared

The human mountain power gradually dissipated. Lei Mingtian lay on the ground, his bones shattered and blood flowing without end. A single blow had grievously wounded him!

He had wanted to make Chu Kuangren pay, never imagining that he would be beaten half to death before lasting even a few moves against him.

Lei Mingtian's Dao Protector's expression changed drastically. He hurriedly appeared and shielded him behind his back, watching Chu Kuangren with a face full of wariness.

At the same time, he was deeply shaken.

He had guessed that Chu Kuangren would be strong, but he had never expected him to be this powerful. Within a few moves, he had severely wounded Lei Mingtian, and throughout the process, he had not even used the swordsmanship he excelled at most.

He was terrifying!

Even some veteran Supreme Beings might not possess such combat strength.

The other cultivators were also aghast, especially the Heavenly Prides' Dao Protectors. Although they were delighted to see Lei Mingtian reduced to such a miserable state, they were now even more wary of Chu Kuangren's strength.

How were their Heavenly Prides supposed to compete with someone like him?

How could they possibly win?!

Just then, the distant clouds churned, and a little Daoist boy in Daoist robes, his hair tied in a topknot, slowly approached.

The boy's cultivation did not seem high; he was only at Void Insight. Yet radiant light shimmered all over him. Everything he wore and used was a treasure, and the horsetail whisk he carried was an especially rare Sage Artifact.

Everyone's eyes burned at the sight. They wished they could strip the little Daoist boy bare and claim all those treasures for themselves, but his next words made them all abandon that thought.

"My teacher is waiting inside. Please follow me."