"What — what is the difference between that and the Dao-merging realm?"

Having taken his leave of Sect Master Shen, Dai Jianshu swept off toward the Tengyun market with his mind anything but easy. He could not help going back over what had happened, and looked at Zhong Xiu with the corner of his mouth twitching.

The Nine-Dragon White Jade Cover shattered as lightly as that; Ten Thousand Forms Pavilion cultivators cut down with a single glance. And most appalling of all that jade-pendant Dao weapon, under whose raging tiger's roar a whole crowd of great demons at the White Jade Capital level had not even been given the chance to beg for mercy.

Unless a Dao-merging colossus came forward, Dai Jianshu found it hard to imagine who at the White Jade Capital level could possibly beat Sect Master Shen.

Was it to take one of the immortal-methods out of legend?!

"It is certainly frightening enough."

Zhong Xiu drew a deep breath. Steady as he was, his own fingertips were trembling faintly beyond his control.

Was this young Sect Master truly one who had come out of Nanhong, the same as the rest of them?

They had enjoyed the same resources — no, that was wrong… Sect Master Shen did not seem to have used anything of the Nanhong Seven's at all, and as for that Nanyang treasured site, silent all these years, what value could be left in it?

So how had the man grown to a degree as terrible as this?

Could it be that, so long as a man's gifts were high enough, he really could ignore the gap in heaven-and-earth treasures and in methods?

Zhong Xiu shook his head and threw the absurd notion aside; sooner than believe that, he would believe Shen Yi was Sect Master Qin reborn.

A little of the fright still showed in his eyes. "It was fortunate that the Qi family's seventh dragon son was careless; otherwise, even with Sect Master Shen shielding us, we would have had a great deal to swallow today."

"Who knows what goes on in these…