The Imperial Palace was deathly silent.
People stared at the strange man in green, too shocked to speak.
Sensing the feedback from the Imperial City Grand Formation, Jin Attendant and Attendant Niu exchanged a glance and saw the terror in each other's eyes.
Had that punch landed on them, they would have been blasted to powder even if they had brought out every Law Treasure they possessed.
Many powerful cultivators from the various sects had seen Jing Jiu throw a punch at the Green Mountain Sect Master's inauguration ceremony. Holding the Nether Emperor's Seal, Jing Jiu had killed his martial uncle Tailu in his wheelchair with one punch, but what did that amount to beside today's punch?
What frightened these powerful cultivators even more was that the cultivation method this man used clearly belonged to none of the present-day sects, nor to any faction of the Evil Path.
Liu S sui looked at the strange man in green. For some reason, he felt a sense of familiarity, and his expression grew slightly bewildered.
Bu Qiuxiao glanced at him without saying anything.
On the Lotus Carriage farther away, the Zen Child invoked the Buddha's name, then fell silent.
Some elderly cultivators also remembered something. Suddenly, a voice filled with utter terror rang out in the sky. "The Blood Demon Sect!"
At those words, more people remembered.
A thousand years ago, the Evil Path had flourished on the Chaotian Continent, and the Blood Demon Sect in particular had ravaged the world. Only after the Righteous Path Sects, including the Zhongzhou Sect and Green Mountain Sect, joined forces to encircle and destroy it had it withdrawn from the stage of history. Even afterward, however, all the Evil Path sects had continued to revere the Blood Demon Sect as their sole legitimate lineage and