"Hmm?"
The calamitous immortal sovereign crushed the teacup he was holding in his hands to smithereens all of a sudden.
For the first time, a hint of astonishment crept into his expression that otherwise looked as though he held every matter within his grasp.
It was as if he had witnessed something utterly inconceivable.
Indeed, in the eyes of the calamitous immortal sovereign, he had seen something that he found hard to believe, and utterly inconceivable—the Fan Wu of Qiulong Temple, who was vastly weaker than him, suddenly burst forth with a tremendous surge of momentum in the blink of an eye.
Then the calamitous immortal sovereign realized that the aura emanating from Fan Wu of Qiulong Temple was no longer beneath his own. It had reached a state where it vaguely rivaled his own power.
For a brief moment, the consciousness within the calamitous immortal sovereign's mind came to a halt.
