"Tai Heng," the mere utterance of these two words caused Zhang Boyant, despite his deep scheming, to stagger back several steps in utter disbelief, his face filled with shock. Unable to hold back, he shouted, "How… how is this possible?"
However, as he quickly reconsidered, recalling how the opponent had nearly instantly eradicated his Nascent Soul Avatar, coupled with the unshakable authority in the man's speech, he realized that this could hardly be a hoax. He was stunned into silence.
Not only him, but almost everyone in the inner hall had their eyes wide open, their expressions frozen in unspeakable astonishment.
Their minds raced with countless thoughts—Taiheng Ancestor, a figure who broke through realms and ascended ten thousand years ago, how could he be sealed here? Was the person before them merely an imposter? If his identity was true, then what might have transpired back then?
