"Holy shit... Holy shit... Holy SHIT... HOLY SHIT...!!!"
Outside Purple Cloud Mountain, dozens of miles away, the youth was lying prostrate on the ground, both hands covering his ears, yet still, cries of alarm echoed in his mind.
To this, the youth was also helpless; his master, a loose cultivator who had risen from the bottom, even after later attaining the level of a Return to Void True Monarch and becoming a Grandmaster of the Array Path, still had some habits of the common folk, and had always been unfiltered in his speech.
But on the other hand, after spending so much time with him, this was the first time he heard him curse "holy shit" so many times.
Although that person defying the norm to slay a Nascent Soul with the body of a Golden Core was indeed awesome and terrifying, was it enough to make him lose his composure to such an extent?
