The strength Fang Tianyi displayed was simply enough to startle heaven and earth and make ghosts and gods weep.
A Mahayana cultivator cutting down a Heavenly Immortal from below—what kind of terrifying battle record was that? Even if one looked across the entire Immortal Realm, one would be hard-pressed to find more than a few such figures.
"I... actually lost to a lower-realm native?"
The Seven Emotions Evil Lord's face was ashen. The pitch-black battle robe on his body had long since shattered, revealing a body riddled with a thousand holes and a hundred wounds. Every inch of flesh sent out heart-piercing agony.
Yet compared to the wounds of his physical body, his arrogant heart had been shattered even more completely. All his past pride and dignity had long since vanished like smoke.
Not far away, Fang Tianyi slowly raised his hand. Five Elements Law circulated in his palm, killing intent faintly appeared, and he was about to send the other man on his way.
But right then, his brows suddenly lifted, as if he had sensed something. His gaze swept like lightning beyond the heavens—
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Wind and clouds suddenly coiled. Two figures broke through the air and arrived, one on the left and one on the right, standing steadily above Qingming.
On the left was a tall old man with the bearing of an immortal, crane-white hair, and a childlike face. His black ritual robe was embroidered all over with the sun, moon, and stars. As the heavenly light flowed over it, it shone brilliantly, as if he were the master who held the galaxy in his grasp.
With every lift of his hand and shift of his foot, he drew the surrounding Heaven and Earth Laws into resonance. He had an unfathomably profound and transcendent bearing