Outside Shuiyun City, Wei Fan fully unleashed his power, his terrifying cultivation shaking the heavens and earth, stunning everyone. Even the five Saint King powerhouses in the midst of battle stopped and looked at Wei Fan in shock.
The twelve-thousand-zhang high Dao was thick and majestic, vast yet solid. If it had no end, they would have thought it was the Heaven and Earth Dao.
"How could such a terrible genius exist under the heavens…"
Ouyang Bolun gulped heavily, feeling parched. As brilliant as he was, destined to become a Martial Emperor, he felt a deep sense of shame compared to Wei Fan.
"We gaze at him like frogs at the bottom of a well staring at the heavens!"
