Admitting defeat without a fight, not even making a single move before surrendering, this isn't just a simple matter of losing face, it's clearly trampling on the dignity of the Three Immortals Sect for those monks to step on freely.
However, the truly shocking part was yet to come.
Just as Master Hao Ming was about to finish speaking, preparing to cup his hands toward the four First Rank giants, he barely lifted his arms when a gust of wind rushed toward him head-on.
His expression changed drastically, staring straight at the withered face that suddenly came close as the next moment, the monk from Xuantian Mountain's fist, enveloped with the Golden River, fiercely pierced through his Tao Body.
Master Hao Ming flew backward like a ragged sack, crashing into the crowd.
The audience was in an uproar.
It was already disgraceful that the disciple of the Immortal Sect surrendered, but these monks went as far as not even allowing the opportunity for it.
