Including Qi Jin of the Pure Yang Martial Sect and the five Celestials who descended from the Upper Realm, at this moment, in the face of Gu Chen, they wanted to make a move but could not.
Gu Chen's expression was calm, and he emitted no trace of aura. Merely standing there, he resembled a sovereign ruling over the world. Even martial cultivators of the Celestial realm felt a sense of fear.
With his own strength, without lifting a finger, he subdued the five powerful Celestials from the Upper Realm. Such potency, even if placed in the Upper Realm, could not be matched by saintly figures.
After all, Qi Jin and his peers were not "ordinary people"; they had a reputation in the Upper Realm as well.
To have reached the realm of Celestials and achieved the pinnacle of martial arts, none in this domain were pushovers.
Yet now, in the face of Gu Chen, all their strategies became ineffective, they were imprisoned on the spot, like fish on a chopping board, left to Gu Chen's mercy.