At that moment, the surrounding cultivators silently rejoiced at having escaped disaster.
Their gazes toward the young Daoist were filled with awe and fear.
He had slain a Golden Core cultivator as casually as cutting rotten weeds in a field.
Besides that tiny glimmer of hope for survival, he had brought them a sense of their own helpless insignificance.
Supported by Zhou Yan and Fang Cunsheng, Old Man He leaned against a broken wall.
After taking a pill, he regained a little color in his ashen face. He first looked at Fang Cunsheng, then tremblingly raised his rough palm and gently touched Fang Cunsheng's cheek.
Looking at that face he had not seen for decades, Old Man He could not help feeling dazed.
Was the grown young man before him truly the child he had sent out of the Eastern Wilderness to seek the Immortal Path?
So many years had passed in the blink of an eye.
"Good child..." Old Man He's voice was rather hoarse.
Then his gaze passed over the two young men and settled on Song Yan in the air.
That fleeting glimpse just now had left Old Man He astonished as well.
In Two Realms Mountain, or even the Eastern Wilderness, Golden Core cultivators could not be called invincible, but they stood firmly at the top of the pyramid and could roam the Eastern Wilderness unchallenged.
Yet that devil cultivator had perished in an instant with a mere lift of a hand, without even room to struggle.
Could this man be a Nascent Soul cultivator?
But how could a Nascent Soul cultivator be so young?
When had someone like this joined the Immortal Dao Alliance?
While he was still lost in thought, Song Yan swept his gaze over them and said clearly, "Matters here are settled.