A man's reputation casts a long shadow!
As soon as Zhang Taichu appeared, the cultivators of the Taiping Sect and Miao Ji Zhen Sect became silent as if extinguished, ceasing their chatter.
After all, without a true disciple of their own sects worthy of competing, anything more they said would only bring disgrace upon themselves.
The Divine Power Realm represents a considerable leap in cultivation.
Mighty figures like Zhang Taiyi, when slaying weaker ones like the White Bone Scholar, it's almost like killing chickens.
To be ranked as a true inheritor, one must be at the Divine Power First Grade, and killing a few ordinary disciples from the Xuanmen Orthodox isn't much trouble.
Not just them, but even the other cultivators inside the teahouse all bowed their heads, not daring to make eye contact with Zhang Taichu.
Zhang Taichu was like the rising sun in the east, brilliance emanating from him, his future prospects limitless.
"I pay my respects to Senior Brother Zhang!"
