Yue Sanshan had been defeated in a single strike. 0

He fell to earth like a shooting star, filling the air with a cloud of dust.0

When the crowd saw this, they almost dared not believe their eyes. He said he’d give Xiao Jian three free attacks, but he couldn’t even take a single hit!0

“So strong!”0

Some of the older-generation cultivators could tell at a glance that Xiao Jian’s seemingly airy palm strike had been imbued with Laws of the Divine Dao and the power of his blood and qi. It was supremely, unyieldingly powerful and incomparably terrifying!0

Had Yue Sanshan gotten complacent?0

Perhaps. 0

Still, a peak Creation Realm outer sect elder like him had lost to a single palm strike. That was more than enough to prove Xiao Jian’s terrifying strength. 0

Li Yunxiao’s brow furrowed. Qian Hu’s eyes flashed. Every last god who’d come to challenge Su Yi was stunned, and all of them looked stricken.0

Yue Sanshan had lost!0

And in a single palm strike at that!1

Xiao Jian had just overawed the crowd with a show of strength.0

The onlookers were in uproar. Those disciples who’d come to watch the spectacle were all deeply shaken. Is this the power of a descendant of the Torch Dragons? It really is terrifying!0

“I told you not to underestimate...0