"That...that is..."
Looking at the drastically different Su Changqing, Xian Banmeng's face showed a look of shock.
Though Su Changqing was covered in blood, his clothes in disarray.
But that golden mark lined on his brow, surrounded by the holy radiance of divine gold, gave the boy an incredibly noble aura.
The calmness in every move, the indifferent and domineering demeanor, stood in stark contrast to the gentle Su Changqing just moments ago.
Like... an unrivaled Great Emperor, capable of deciding life and death with a single word!
At this moment, everyone present was silent, all staring blankly at the scene.
Though Ximen Qingjun's Celestial Sword was clearly more massive, it was as if Su Changqing's presence was the center of the universe.
The indescribable terror of oppression was akin to commoners facing an emperor, trembling at heart.
At this point, not just everyone present, but even Wu Jiuling was stunned.
"Chang Qing... has such a skill?"
