His voice carried a strange cadence, as if he were stating a foregone conclusion. Each word became an invisible shackle, binding Wu Liangchen layer by layer, threatening to utterly shatter his will.
Under this immense pressure, Old Ghost, Jian Yi, and the others found it impossible to even lift a finger. They could only watch helplessly as a boundless sorrow welled up within their hearts.
'Is this how it ends? We gave it our all, and in the end, we weren't even worthy of a second glance from him.'
Yet, in the face of this godlike judgment, Wu Liangchen's face showed not a trace of fear or despair.
He just stood there silently, meeting the Profound Origin Daoist Venerable's greedy and searing gaze. The next moment, to the Daoist Venerable's slight bewilderment, Wu Liangchen's entire body began to disintegrate without any warning.
He wasn't dissolving into motes of light, nor was his energy simply dissipating.
