"Cang Xuanming cultivates the Fate-Severing Great Dao. Although he entered the Dao-Proving Realm thirty years ago, without finding fate-attributed marks, he could never have condensed ten Dao-Proving Marks in such a short time!"
"I heard that not just the Great Dao River, the Underworld Realm, and the Great Wilderness, but even Myriad Worlds Mountain had plenty of experts who sent him fate-attributed Dao-Proving Marks!"
"No wonder he managed to condense ten Dao-Proving Marks so quickly!"
Many members of the Measure Pavilion were utterly shocked.
They were all experts from the Great Wilderness, and quite a few had entered the Dao-Proving Realm themselves. They knew full well how difficult it was to condense ten Dao-Proving Marks after reaching that realm.
Not to mention that Cang Xuanming cultivated the exceedingly rare Fate-Severing Great Dao, which made condensing Dao-Proving Marks even harder.
"Break!"
Cang Xuanming roared, shaped his hand into a sword, and slashed fiercely.
He split that terrifying torrent of attacks clean in two.
The bodies of those hundred-plus Measure Pavilion experts shuddered violently as they were sent flying backward.
"Cang Xuanming, our Measure Pavilion has never provoked any faction. Why must you slaughter us to the last?"
One of the Measure Pavilion members spoke coldly.
"Your existence throws cultivators' Dao hearts into chaos. You must be eradicated!"
Cang Xuanming slowly raised his head, and a wisp of dark golden energy rose between his brows.
"Soul Suppression Prison!"
Boom!
A terrifying surge of soul power swept outward in every direction, with Cang Xuanming at its center.
The entire expanse of space seemed to become an invisible prison for souls.
The surrounding Measure Pavilion members felt their souls tremble, as though countless chains had wrapped around them. They froze in midair at the same instant.
Then they clutched their heads and screamed, falling