One sentence from the black-clad figure disrupted the entire rhythm of the Divine Ruins' discourse.
As a Supreme at the third level of Tao Initiation, he seemed inconspicuous in the eyes of Fu Guang, Chu He, and Luo Zhou Chou Jiu.
Because in their eyes, there was only the same congenital Saint, the Great Perfection of Immortal.
So, with this sentence, the vague image of Xie Tian, the heir of the Evil Emperor, became a bit clearer in their minds.
"Being able to defeat the black-clad figure with one punch, even if not a congenital Saint, the difference is not significant..."
Considering the terror the Evil Emperor exhibited in ancient times and continues to exert until now, the four of them considered it normal.
But others clearly couldn't accept it.
"That's impossible!"
Shangguan Yunyi was so shocked he nearly forgot to spit blood, his intense gaze fell on the black-clad figure, conveying his decisive disbelief to him.
