Black Myth: Starting from the Destined One

"Ah!"

Unmoving and stupefied, the Immeasurable Sect cultivator Jia Zhengfeng, who resembled a walking corpse, finally reacted, but his reaction was a scream from having his breastbone broken, sending his body, in a moment of clarity, uncontrollably crashing towards the outskirts of the arena where his master, Taishu Yiqing, was located.

"My God! My God! This Li Ping’an is too incredible!"

"The World’s Foremost Talented King Tianran defeats his opponents with a single move, but this Mount Longhu cultivator Li Ping’an repels foes with just two fingers, and it seems like he’s still holding back!"

"What kind of strength does this Li Ping’an have, after all?"

"Too terrifying! Who can tell me how this Li Ping’an did it?"

"How is this possible? How could a Mount Longhu cultivator defeat an Immeasurable Sect cultivator? Am I hallucinating?"

All the cultivators burst into exclamations, their faces grave as they regarded Li Ping’an like they faced a great enemy, none daring to underestimate him now!

"I think I see it now!"

Inside Nangong Zhidao’s left shoulder, Kumarajiva exclaimed with excitement.

Full of fervor, the Zhengyi Taoist cultivator Nangong Zhidao asked:

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