"The Peerless Zheng has met an undignified end," commented the Ming Blood Sect's Ancestor, stepping forward with a shake of his head, followed by a dry chuckle.0

"Old Zheng's demise lacked honor," Zhang Daoling remarked, his expression betraying his surprise. He looked towards Wang Xuan with newfound respect. To think that this young man had managed to vanquish Zheng Yuantian was no minor achievement, though his methods were undeniably ruthless.0

The area buzzed with whispers and murmurs, reflecting the astonishment shared by all. The fact that Zheng the Peerless' avatar had fallen at the hands of Wang Xuan, a mortal realm's inhabitant, was a shock to everyone.1

Even Qi Lian Dao, known for his unbridled demeanor, appeared subdued and contemplative, preferring silence over confrontation. The prospect of tangling with "Madman Wang" seemed too perilous, even for him.0

Mo Si furrowed his brows, his gaze flickering with uncertainty as he observed Wang Xuan. Was this all orchestrated by a predecessor known for practicing the Soul Coffin Technique, momentarily resurrected to direct these events?0

"This individual is alarmingly ferocious; it's wise to steer clear of him," Zhou Qinghuang said, patting her chest as if to calm her racing heart.0

She leaned into Gu Mingxi's ear, whispering, "You were fortunate last time. Compared to his usual ferocity, Wang Xuan was practically gentle with you."0

"Enough!" Gu Mingxi, visibly shaken, had harbored a mixture of dread and resentment....0