Wu Qi stood rooted on the spot, struck dumb, allowing the spatial blades to violently cut and take away chunks of flesh from his body.
King Yang Qiu was transfixed as he stared blankly at the immortal soul fleeing up into the sky amidst a roiling purple mist. He could not believe that the grand and mighty Sovereign, the prominent minister in charge of half of the alchemical workshops in the Heaven, who was identified as Immortal Ding Jun, was actually such an easy target!
