Three experts from the Dark Guild were reduced to ashes with a mere point of a finger.
What is power?
This was it!
And it was far from over.
The lingering might of the Finger Light continued to sweep forward.
BOOM!
Over a hundred members of the Dark Guild who had come to watch were all sent flying.
Though they survived, each one looked as if they'd been struck by lightning. They spat blood, wounded, their faces a ghastly pale.
Clearly, this was only because Youu had held back.
Everyone stared, dumbfounded, the shock in their hearts refusing to subside.
They stared blankly at the gray-haired old man who had suddenly appeared.
He wore ancient robes, stood perfectly straight, and had a clear, handsome face. With his transcendent, sage-like air, he seemed like an immortal.
Who was he?
When had the Luochen Sect produced such an overwhelmingly powerful and invincible figure?
This was an existence practically on par with a Nascent Soul Ancestor.
