Boom!

Ten thousand feet of cloud scattered, and the sunlight poured onto the world below.

The misty spring rains were suddenly replaced by radiant light, and the overcast landscape was instantly colorful and resplendent. 

The onlookers subconsciously squinted.

Dongguo Feng’s stick-thin figure instantly seemed taller and grander, like a deity presiding over the nine heavens. His sword intent was dense and grim as it blanketed the surrounding mountains and rivers. A stifling sense of oppression bore down on the onlookers’ hearts. It was almost suffocating.

This was a true intimidating aura. He hadn’t even started fighting yet, but his very presence was overpowering. Their hearts shook!

“Isn’t he a bit too strong…?” Wen Xinzhao looked dazed.

“Back then, I sent the high elder to stop him. During their battle, it was because of Dongguo Feng’s unmovable, boundless momentum that the high elder had no choice but to admit defeat…” Yu Jiuzhen looked conflicted, his expression a mixture of astonishment and admiration.

Anyone who encountered Dongguo Feng felt as if they’d encountered an unmovable, unshakeable, eternal divine mountain. It left them feeling helpless, paltry, and insignificant.

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