The dozen or so members of the Nine Divine Clans were all top-tier experts, none falling below the Late Stage of Golden Immortal. Yet, even surrounded by hundreds of people at this moment, the deterrence of that massive crowd paled in comparison to the single figure walking toward them.
As this lone figure approached, the group couldn't help but retreat. One by one, these mighty experts turned pale. Bead-sized drops of sweat formed on their foreheads, and the terror in their eyes practically spilled over.
The prestigious reputation of the Nine Divine Clans? It wasn't worth a damn here. The teams from the three supreme immortal sects had been annihilated without a second word.
Proving himself worthy of his title as a supreme genius, Ji Wushuang gritted his teeth and forced himself to take a step forward. "Xu Yang, we didn't make a move.
