"Hah!"
The massive wave roared and surged, engulfing Qi Xian, who was trapped in mid-air by the Fire Lotus.
He was soaking wet, and his previously neatly arranged hair clung haphazardly to his cheeks.
Yet this middle-aged man seemed to be choked by an invisible hand, breathing heavily, his chest heaving violently, his eyes nearly bulging out as he stared ahead like he'd seen a ghost.
Though Qi Xian was a Third Rank Great Luo Immortal, he often accompanied the Emperor, and his vision was unmatched by ordinary cultivators.
The aura that erupted from that white-clad monk just now was so formidable that it surpassed many elders in the sect. Probably only someone exceptional like Golden Immortal Qing Guangzi could contend with it.
This person was by no means an ordinary Great Freedom Bodhisattva. Regardless of which Sumeru Mountain he came from, he must be someone wielding great power and deeply trusted by the True Buddha.
