"Wha... what?!"
"This is impossible!!"
"Puh!"
The smirks and murderous intents on the faces of Blood Demon True Monarch and the twelve Nascent Soul elders behind him instantly froze, replaced by boundless horror and disbelief.
Some of the weaker elders suffered a backlash from their Divine Techniques being forcibly broken, spurting fresh blood on the spot, their auras withering.
"Who exactly are you?"
Blood Demon True Monarch, holding the dim, endlessly lamenting Blood Soul Banner tightly, stared deathly at Xu Ping, like he had seen a ghost.
Even a top late-stage Nascent Soul Cultivator could absolutely not achieve this effortlessly.
Could it be... Nascent Soul Perfection?"
This thought made even him feel a chilling coldness to his bones.
Nascent Soul Perfection! What kind of existence is that?
The cultivators watching from afar were already stunned to the point of losing their souls, each with their mouths wide open, unable to produce any sound.
