On the summit of Bai Zhai Mountain, there was dead silence. Hei Jiang and the Saintess were both shocked as they stared at the scene before them, completely dumbfounded, feeling as if their brains had stopped working.
How mighty a person at the Early Stage of the Divine Infant Realm could be, no one knew. But they were aware that a powerhouse of the Divine Infant Realm is viewed as a god, not only by ordinary people but even by those at the Transcendence Tribulation Stage.
It was a terrifying level of cultivation that transcended the bounds of mortals, where a mere thought could shatter a life, a single intent could slay a person, and one palm could overturn mountains and rivers.
Yet such a formidable master of the Divine Infant Realm, the old poison master, was like an ant in Ye Ling's hands, unable to withstand even a single sword strike.
