"What just happened?"
Fan Lei Daoist Venerable was equally puzzled.
He knew clearly that Jiang Cheng was definitely not a Daoist Saint.
Otherwise, Divine Monarch King Shi and King Lv wouldn't have had such a vile attitude.
Besides, the Immortal Power Jiang Cheng wielded with those few sword strikes just now was still at an Ultimate Level; he was sure he hadn't misjudged it.
Key point is, six Daoist Venerables, facing this level of Immortal Power, should find it almost impossible to die, right?
How did they end up mysteriously getting killed?
They didn't even resist or evade before dying.
This just doesn't make sense!
He couldn't comprehend it.
But it wasn't just him,
Daoist Venerable Lin Jing was scared silly.
He knew Brother Cheng would undoubtedly win, but winning so effortlessly and bizarrely was beyond his imaginations.
Finally, it was the Three-Eyed Tiger who broke the silence.
"Brother, that was incredible!"
"How did you pull it off?"
