"Hmm?"
Seeing his attacked being forcibly intercepted by Jiang Shu, Daoist Monarch Xuan Ming's white brows twitched, and his elderly face suddenly showed a strong sense of astonishment.
Even the Blood Armor Demon Lord, who was seated in the Demon Beast Chariot, couldn't help but sit upright, and a dangerous gleam flashed in his long, cold blood-red eyes.
In contrast, the Daoist Monarchs from the Eight Great Sects, including Taicang and Wuji, breathed a heavy sigh of relief upon seeing Jiang Shu dispel the crisis, slightly relaxing their tense nerves.
Afterward, their eyes became filled with astonishment or admiration, and they all collectively directed their gaze toward Jiang Shu.
"Such tremendous power! To withstand a strike from Xuan Ming the old ghost!"
"To directly confront an attack from a Late Stage Daoist Monarch of the Vientiane Realm, this junior's outburst of power is absolutely not like the Early Stage realm he just entered!"
