The old voice carried a hint of viciousness, chillingly cold, with a divine pressure that even caused the celestial phenomena around to subtly change, like a bone-chilling killing intent that could penetrate one's very marrow.
Under the unified pressure of the four, with the power of Celestial Immortals, almost the entire space was solidified, as if cast from molten iron.
Lu Ren seemed unfazed, merely sighing, "Though this place is called the Celestial Immortal Blessed Land, with countless Celestial Immortals gathered from numerous river systems in the present world, it's like they're a dime a dozen here. You could casually throw a brick and easily hit a Celestial Immortal, making me lose even the slightest sense of superiority associated with being one."
As he spoke, Lu Ren moved, as if mountains shifted, exuding a formidable, icy momentum, and the Heaven-Opening Axe, which had appeared in his hand at some unknown time, gleamed brightly.
His expression suddenly turned fierce.
