They never even touched the position of the current generation Taoist of their sect, let alone had any qualifications to compete with that person.
When they thought the gap between them and the other was small, they could deny the other's strength and make malicious speculations.
But when the difference in strength was so great that it could no longer be added to, any denial or malice lost all meaning.
"Falling Clouds Sect, Shen Yuan!"
Someone murmured the name softly.
That figure in white, seemingly ethereal, had unconsciously become an insurmountable mountain for them.
...
"Bang!"
"Impossible! He must have cheated!"
Yu Ke's expression was twisted, and the violent emotional fluctuations made it difficult to suppress the mana within his body, causing a large number of exquisite porcelain in the room to shatter.
