Chen Wuhen and the other elders seemed to be frozen in place, their faces showing shock and astonishment that words could not describe.
One word!
That terrifying idol was destroyed because of just one word!
Outrageous!
This is outrageous!
It was at this moment that they truly realized that Su Chen might be even more terrifying than they had imagined!
Could Immortal Venerable Realm truly dissolve a divine statue with just a single word?
Is it possible?
That can't be right?
After all, Immortal Venerable is only one major realm stronger than Immortal Saint.
If it were just about advancing one major realm, it shouldn't be this outrageous.
Could he be a powerful figure at the Immortal Sovereign Realm?
Holy crap!
Immortal Sovereign Realm!
Thinking of this, Chen Wuhen couldn't help but swallow, his eyes filled with disbelief.
That's right!
He must be Immortal Sovereign Realm expert!
Only Immortal Sovereign Realm expert could dissipate that divine statue with just a single word.
Chen Wuhen looked at Su Chen with eyes full of awe and joy.
Thankfully, he didn't foolishly choose to become Su Chen's enemy; otherwise, the Sword Sect might really be gone.
Wang Teng's eyes widened, and he gasped, then after a long pause, he stammered, "Wow... that's awesome..."
As he spoke, he suddenly looked at Jianxin beside him and exclaimed excitedly, "Brother, your master is so awesome!"
Jianxin was equally shocked at that moment.
Although he had seen Su Chen in action before, he was still shocked when he saw it again.
That's incredible!
His master is just too powerful!
Jianxin's eyes burned with fervor, brimming with fighting spirit. "One day in the future, I too will become someone like my master!"
Luo Xue looked at Su Chen with complicated emotions and sighed inwardly.
The more extraordinary Su Chen's performance, the less chance she had.
A bitter feeling welled up inside her.
There's absolutely no chance.
Cao Zhihong was struck dumb; his face turned deathly pale, cold sweat beaded on his forehead, and his whole body trembled slightly.
I'm dumbfounded!
He was completely dumbfounded!
I simply can't believe what just happened.
The idol he had created vanished because of a single word!
One word!
What kind of big shot would it take to do that?
It should be noted that this statue was created by the Immortal Saint Realm, and its power is terrifying.
However, this terrifying statue disappeared because of a single word!
At that moment, Cao Zhihong felt as if his understanding had been shattered.
That's outrageous!
impossible!
Absolutely impossible!
Cao Zhihong's eyes were bloodshot, as if he could not accept what had just happened. He once again formed hand Hand Seals, preparing to condense the divine statue again.
However, no matter how he Hand Seals, the statue did not appear this time.
He stood there dumbfounded, completely bewildered.
Where is the... the idol?
Why... why can't it condense?
At that moment, he was completely numb!
Su Chen looked at Cao Zhihong and shook his head slightly. "Boring."
The sound was very soft, but Cao Zhihong still heard it.
Cao Zhihong clenched his fists, his eyes filled with madness. "Boring? Fine, fine, boring, isn't it?"
With that, he suddenly looked at the million cultivators in the distance and roared, "Attack together! Kill him!"
Upon hearing this, the million cultivators stood motionless, as if they hadn't heard a thing.
Seeing this, Cao Zhihong's face turned green with rage, and veins bulged on his forehead. "Can't you hear what I'm saying? I'm telling you all to kill him together!"
As he uttered his last word, the million cultivators remained motionless, some even moving far away from the area.
They're not stupid; Cao Zhihong clearly wants them to go up there as cannon fodder and die.
Their suicide missions will buy Su Chen time, and Cao Zhihong can use this opportunity to escape.
Having lived in the Immortal Realm for so many years, there are some things they can understand with just a little thought.
And just as they thought, Cao Zhihong wanted them to buy him time so he could escape.
But to his utter surprise, these million cultivators wouldn't listen to him!
This made him very upset.
Cao Zhihong's face was so dark it looked like it could drip water, and the anger in his eyes was clearly visible.
He knew he had underestimated the capabilities of these million cultivators.
None of these people are fools!
His eyes gleamed, and just then, taking advantage of everyone's inattention, he suddenly turned and fled.
However, the instant he turned around, an invisible yet extremely terrifying force pressed down on him.
Cao Zhihong was immediately suppressed on the spot, kneeling in mid-air, motionless.
At that moment, his mind went blank, and his eyes were filled with confusion.
Seeing this, everyone in the room looked puzzled, wondering what was wrong with Cao Zhihong.
But some clever people realized that this might be related to Su Chen.
At that moment, Su Chen took a step and slowly walked towards Cao Zhihong.
Upon seeing this, the million cultivators dared not even breathe, let alone try to stop it.
Holy crap!
Who the hell would dare to stop this?
Dare to stop me?
The feast can begin on the spot in no time.
Not a single one of the million cultivators dared to move; they all watched helplessly as Su Chen walked towards Cao Zhihong.
At that moment, Cao Zhihong felt a chill run down his spine, and a strong sense of crisis surged into his heart.
This terrified him so much that his body trembled, cold sweat streamed down his face, and the fear in his eyes almost materialized.
Panic!
He completely panicked!
Even though he panicked, it was no use, because he had tried to get up, but it was completely futile. He was pressed down by that invisible force of fear and couldn't even move a finger.
At this moment, he was on the verge of collapse!
I even felt a little regretful about coming here.
damn it!
So what if a son died?
So what if I died? It's not like I can't have another one. Why did I have to come here and court death?
As he pondered this, tears of regret welled up in Cao Zhihong's eyes.
He really regrets it!
I regret coming to this Sword Sect!
If he hadn't come, would he be in such a sorry state?
Soon, Su Chen arrived in front of Cao Zhihong.
Looking at Su Chen, Cao Zhihong's pupils dilated, and his face turned deathly pale, devoid of any color.
He trembled as he pleaded, "Spare... spare me!"
Su Chen pinched his chin with one hand and placed the other on his chest, carefully examining Cao Zhihong.
Staring at Su Chen like that, Cao Zhihong felt his scalp tingle and his heart race.
Brother, if you want to kill me, just kill me. Why are you staring at me like that? Don't you know it's putting a lot of pressure on me?
This is so agonizing!
Time ticked by, and Cao Zhihong's clothes were already soaked with cold sweat; he didn't dare to breathe.
After a moment, Su Chen suddenly said, "The reason you were able to break through to the Immortal Saint was because the Devil Race of the Devil Domain helped you, right?"
Upon hearing this, Cao Zhihong's pupils contracted sharply, but he quickly regained his composure.
He forced himself to remain calm and said, "I... I don't know what you're talking about."
Su Chen's lips curled into a smile. "Stop pretending. I detected some residual Devil Qi within you."
As he spoke, he extended a finger and then flicked it.
The next moment.
A cloud of black mist suddenly flew out of Cao Zhihong's body.