On the high platform of White Python Mountain, a sudden hush fell, as if everyone had pressed a pause button at the same time.
The crowd of Nascent Soul True Monarchs stared at one another, speechless, the shock in their eyes impossible to hide.
"How dare he? How could he dare!"
Zhuo Xiong muttered, unaware that his fingers had dipped into his Spirit Wine.
"Such boldness. I am not his equal!"
Han Chaoran sat bolt upright, his usual playful and frivolous demeanor completely gone.
Weak Crown Foundation Establishment, Armor Core Formation, and reaching the Nascent Soul stage in just over two hundred years—he was seen as destined for Divinity Transformation, the future hope of the Five Phoenix Sword Sect.
For his sake, the Sword Sect had not hesitated to expel the Celestial Principle Sect, establishing a Daoist Temple on White Python Mountain at an exorbitant cost.
And his rate of cultivation was worthy of such treatment.
