The force of the roar made the blood of the many cultivators and creatures present churn in their veins.
Ye Ming bore the brunt of it. His ears rang with a deafening roar, and his blood surged violently. A coppery taste filled his throat, and he nearly coughed up blood and collapsed.
"What...?"
He froze for a moment. But as the meaning of the words sank in, his eyes flew wide open in disbelief. He could hardly believe what he was hearing.
A moment of stunned silence fell over the area, followed by a sudden, tumultuous uproar.
Every cultivator and creature was dumbfounded, their minds reeling in disbelief.
No one could have imagined that after manifesting, the Four Saints Illusion would utter such words to this unfamiliar man.
Everyone had assumed his luck was simply off the charts—that he had won the Four Saints Illusion's approval and was about to receive the Four Saints Ancient Celestial Skill.
But who could have predicted this outcome...?
