Without even receiving a single move, he collapsed at the first touch.
The high sky instantly fell deathly silent.
Lao Wangchuan froze in place. The Emperor's might surging from his body abruptly receded, the silver-white markings of his alien race completely dimmed, and his face turned pale as paper. His hollow, unfocused eyes stared fixedly at the void where the White Tiger Emperor Spirit had vanished. He was utterly stunned, his mind trembling to the extreme.
He had lost.
After exhausting every last bit of his foundation and using his strongest Emperor Venerable technique, he had not even touched a corner of the other party's robes. A mere trace of leaking aura pressure had utterly crushed him into nothing.
Just how terrifying was the strength of this young cultivator from the Outer Realm?
At that moment, every trace of unwillingness, luck, and pride in Lao Wangchuan's heart was thoroughly crushed.
He knew perfectly well that Lin Yi had remained standing where he was throughout, without making a move. Lin Yi had already shown mercy.
If it had been a true fight to the death, he likely would not have lasted even an instant before perishing on the spot.
"How was that?"
Lin Yi's tone was calm, without the slightest hint of boasting. It was merely a simple question.
Lao Wangchuan's body trembled slightly. He took a deep breath, suppressing the shock in his heart, and his expression became completely respectful and submissive. "Your methods are heaven-defying. I am utterly convinced."
Lin Yi nodded slightly.
His Divine Demon Body happened to contain the origin of the White Tiger Emperor Clan, and its power far surpassed the mixed inheritance of Lao Wangchuan's lineage.
Using the aura of a pure superior bloodline to suppress lower-ranking power of the same origin was innate restraint.