Chapter 4779
The shadow flickered, revealing the vague outline of a middle-aged man.
“Who are you?”
The Tenth Palace Master frowned at the sight of the shadow.
“Hmph, just a mere shadow, yet you dare to cause trouble in our temple?”
The Ninth Palace Master sneered and prepared to strike.
But the moment he raised his palm, the shadow made a simple gesture—and the entire world seemed to freeze. Neither of them could move.
Both the Ninth and Tenth Palace Masters were utterly stunned!
“I am Mr. Shi, the one you just threatened to beat the shit out of…”
The shadow slowly stepped forward, becoming clearer with each step.
“You… you’re not even here in person?”
The Ninth Palace Master stared in shock. If just a shadow possessed this much power, how terrifying would the real body be?
Mr. Shi remained silent, either uninterested in answering or simply dismissing them as unworthy. Without a word, he extended his hand—and in an instant, the Ninth Palace Master was trapped within his grasp!
Blood began to seep from the Ninth Palace Master’s body. His eyes widened in terror, his entire form trembling.
Plop…
His legs gave out, and he collapsed onto his knees, his gaze filled with sheer dread.
A warm sensation spread down the Tenth Palace Master’s leg—he had wet himself in fear.
A mere phantom treated them like ants. If the real Mr. Shi appeared, how much more terrifying would he be?
The more the Tenth Palace Master thought about it, the deeper his fear became. In the end, his body completely lost control—not just urine, but everything spilled out.
A foul stench filled the ruined hall.
“Please… don’t kill me! I was wrong!”
The Ninth Palace Master now deeply regretted his earlier arrogance.
Meanwhile, the Tenth Palace Master was on the verge of losing his mind.
This was a man who had once climbed to the eighth floor of the Heaven’s Ladder. Yet, before this mere shadow, he was utterly powerless.
Less than an ant.
The Tenth Palace Master’s Dao heart crumbled—his spirit shattered entirely.
Noble blood, dignity, pride—none of it mattered anymore.
He collapsed onto the ground, lacking even the strength to kneel. His eyes reflected only one thing.
Complete and utter despair.
“One word can cost a life… was it worth it?”
Mr. Shi let out a soft sigh. “I can’t even remember how many years it’s been since someone last threatened to beat the shit out of me.”
“You… are you an immortal?”
The Ninth Palace Master stared at Mr. Shi, convinced that he wasn’t from the Heaven and Human Realm but must be an immortal from the higher heavens.
The Tenth Palace Master’s throat bobbed as he swallowed hard, his face filled with disbelief. The great formation of heaven and earth sealed this realm—how could an immortal possibly appear here?
Even those who had once ascended were suppressed under its power!
“An immortal?” Mr. Shi glanced up at the void. “What exactly is an immortal?”
“Fuck…”
The fear in the Ninth Palace Master’s eyes turned into complete despair.
Meanwhile, the Tenth Palace Master sat trembling in his own filth, his mind consumed by sheer horror. He looked like a man who had lost all control of himself.
“No matter who you are… let’s die together!”
Driven mad by despair, the Ninth Palace Master’s body began to swell.
A terrifying energy gathered from all directions, and his form became like a ticking bomb, ready to explode at any moment!
He had chosen self-destruction. With no hope left, his mind had completely snapped.
Seeing this, the Tenth Palace Master instinctively wanted to flee, but his body refused to move.
Mr. Shi looked at the Ninth Palace Master, his expression filled with nothing but disdain.
Then, with a simple tap of his finger—
The Ninth Palace Master, once bloated with deadly energy, began to rapidly shrink.
Poof!
A faint sound, like a deflating balloon, echoed through the hall.
In an instant, the Ninth Palace Master’s body disintegrated into dust.
There wasn’t a single trace left of him, as if he had never existed at all.
The Tenth Palace Master collapsed to the ground, his mind completely numb.
He wanted to faint—to escape this nightmare—but his consciousness refused to let go.
He had spent his life cultivating, dreaming of ascension, believing that one day he would stand among the immortals.
But now, even if he became an immortal, he would still be nothing more than an ant before the shadow of this man.
The realization shattered him completely.
Truly broken…
Mr. Shi muttered to himself, “Brat, I just helped you take down another enemy. It’s only because this fool ran his mouth—otherwise, I wouldn’t have bothered.”
With that, his figure slowly faded and disappeared.