Long Xuanji's voice was sharp, booming through the clouds like a clap of thunder that shook one's soul.
His words ignited an uproar.
The Saint Masters in particular—Duan Jiutian, Long Fengyang, Long Wentian, Long Qingwan, and Qitian Dao—all turned to look. Their gazes burned with intensity, instantly locking onto 'Ye Tianling's clone'.
"Is it really Ye Fengyang?"
A divine light manifested in Duan Jiutian's eyes, transforming into Vast Purple Qi. The qi condensed, imbued with the rhythm of the Dao, and filled his vision with a radiant glow.
His eyes shining brilliantly, he began to scrutinize 'Wan Jimie' with extreme care.
"It must be true! Otherwise, how could that little bastard have formed an Ancestor Dao Void Body? In a mere six months? Absolutely impossible!"
Long Fengyang's tone was sinister, his expression nearly savage.
This Ye Tianling had shattered his worldview time and time again.
