The shock in Sikong Xuanji's eyes gradually faded away.
Listening to the frenzied shouts from the foot of Immortal Suspended Mountain, his face turned increasingly grim.
The armrest of the great chair had long been crushed to powder by his grip without him realizing it.
"Chen Zhixing!"
He squeezed out these three words from between his teeth, his voice as cold as ice, with a hint of... fear he hadn't even noticed himself.
A Nirvana Realm cultivator, one with truly profound and flawless strength.
Not only did he fail to kill Chen Zhixing, but he was instead killed by Chen Zhixing in the Ancient Land Mini World, his vitality and longevity completely drained!
This was beyond shocking!
If he hadn't heard it with his own ears, he would never have believed it!
"Patriarch, this Chen Zhixing now has the support of the masses; he has truly become influential."
Beside Sikong Xuanji, an old man in a black robe spoke in a low voice.
"Support of the masses?"
