This kind of Space Magic is not only supremely miraculous, but when Gao Xuan performs it, he neither chants incantations nor holds seals, wielding magic without the slightest hint of mundane traces.
It is like the bright moon hanging high above the Nine Heavens, unmoved by gusts of wind and bolts of thunder, unshaken by the crumbling of mountains and fissuring of earth.
The Golden Horn Demon King was shocked at heart. This Celestial Master before him was absolutely not at the Spirit Immortal Level. How could such a strong practitioner appear in the Cyan Celestial Realm? Could there be some grand scheme of the Celestial Court?
The more the Golden Horn Demon King thought, the more afraid and regretful he became. Although Iron Horn was his brother by blood, what mattered his death?
He had traveled thousands of miles, only to run into such a formidable fellow, truly unlucky to the extreme!
