"Y-You are not crippled!"
The words tore from his throat before he could restrain them.
Shock and disbelief.
A flicker of fear.
The rumors had spread widely across the Desolate Heaven Empire.
Though he had never witnessed it personally, the stories were abundant—of how Bai Zihan slew Great Ascension Realm demonic cultivators as if cutting weeds.
He had dismissed them as exaggerations, though he didn't completely think they were lies, seeing how many people were talking about it.
He had even heard it from someone who personally witnessed it.
However, he assumed that Bai Zihan should have struggled and that he should have had help from others.
But the three Void Refinement subordinates—
Erased.
His breathing grew heavy for a fraction of a second.
He had thought that it was going to be easy work because Bai Zihan, even if the rumors were true, was crippled now.
Then—
He forcibly composed himself.
He was not alone.
Three flying ships.
Hundreds of subordinates.
