Boom—
In an instant, Wu Yue, the Taiji Sword Master, was sent flying backward, bleeding from seven orifices and severely injured on the spot!
"Master!"
Duan Canghai, who looked like a peasant, quickly flew towards Wu Yue, stabilizing his injuries. He glared angrily at the Black Robe elder who had suddenly appeared, with a hint of killing intent emerging.
"Canghai, don't be impulsive!" Wu Yue suppressed the chaotic Qi within his body, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said in a deep voice, "He is Ancestor Ji."
Yuan Kong and Feng Qingyun clearly hadn't expected such a thing to happen, both looking pale.
This suddenly appearing Black Robe elder, with his terrifying strength, had even injured Wu Yue, the strongest among them, with a mere raise of his hand.
This indicated that this person's level of terror was utterly beyond their imaginations.
And this world…
Clearly, it had been conjured in an instant by this Black Robe elder.
A world created in a thought.
