Whoosh!
The Immortals of the Dark Sect all lowered their heads and looked toward where the voice had come from.
There, a figure in a black robe stood atop the shattered pieces of that little world.
Black qi swirled about him, and his body was covered in tiny scales.
If one washed away the black qi, one would see a young Daoist with sword-like brows and star-bright eyes, full of spirit.
He gave off an aura like a seventh- or eighth-rank Celestial Immortal.
He did not have a physical body — he seemed to be a departed primordial spirit brought forth; the surrounding black qi served as his body.
“He’s an alternate-soul avatar, very strong. Don’t be careless,” Hei Yao murmured once he had calmed himself.
Two Dark Sect Golden Immortals immediately prepared to strike, but then their movements froze.
Wang Jixuan casually drew a hand through the air and took from his storage treasure two enormous bombs over three meters tall, setting them behind his back.
They were actually ordinary nuclear bombs — he’d brought them out merely to frighten.
The recent massive explosion had left those Golden Immals and Celestial Immortals shaken; their momentum had visibly wilted.
Wang the Daoist began to brag openly.