Unsettled.
Whether it was their minds, hearts, or souls, those who just witnessed the brutal execution of an elite Sage were wholeheartedly besieged by extraordinary shock, bone-deep disbelief, hair-raising terror, and spine-tingling awe. The lingering sounds of spiritual waves that carried his panicked, begging, and unwilling voice kept replaying in their ears.
For the first time in a long time, Yue Baoyue gulped a wad of saliva. Within her heart was a degree of confidence in her life, but most of that was generated by the Utmost Purity Galaxy's societal protections toward alchemists who cultivated Alchemic Souls into the greater stages of cultivation. She finally was forced to realize that this foreigner was just that—a foreigner.
More importantly, he was an Emperor. An Emperor with a cultivation base of a Supreme Sage! Fearless, aggressive, and mysterious! She felt a seed of fear settle in her heart.
