"Ah..."
Jin Ruidao's screams shook heaven and earth. Every martial artist nearby heard them clearly.
Shock and disbelief filled every face.
"Lu Ren... defeated a god?"
"With Lu Ren's strength, he could have defeated Hun Mie Xian. Why didn't he act back then?"
The pressure Jin Ruidao had exerted before them was that of a true god. He looked down on everyone, aloof and arrogant. They could not imagine any power in this world that could stand against him.
Even when Lu Ren appeared and blocked Jin Ruidao's attack, they still had not believed he could win.
After all, Lu Ren was a mortal, while Jin Ruidao was a god.
How could a mortal slay a god? Wasn't that turning heaven and earth upside down?
"Is... is this real?"
Ye Bantian, Xia Susu, and the others felt as though they were dreaming. None of it seemed real.
That sense of unreality was even stronger than when Xia Fuyou had slain Hun Mie Xian.
"How is that possible?"
In the void, the middle-aged man's eyes widened. Realization swept across his face. "That man has mastered a divine technique to perfection!"
"Someone actually mastered a divine technique to perfection!"
Bai Qi stared at Lu Ren in disbelief. "In our Divine Beast Sect, those who have mastered even one divine technique to perfection can be counted on one hand. How did a man in his thirties manage it?"
As with martial skills, mastering a divine technique to perfection took time to study and refine, no matter how extraordinary one's talent was.
Ordinarily, only older martial artists could perform a divine technique at perfection.
But Lu Ren was only in his thirties!
Many gods could cultivate bitterly for three thousand years and still fail to reach that level.
"Senior Brother Bai Qi, should we