All the people in the streets of Xunyang City were shocked by Su Li's one strike. Even the insane Xiao Zhang was forced to express his admiration.
Chen Changsheng did not think this way. On the contrary, he felt somewhat saddened.
In the eyes of everyone else, Su Li's hand held the Yellow Paper Umbrella, and then with a single strike that flew through the rain, it had easily and silently slain a Star Condensation expert. This was truly a level of cultivation on the path of the sword that could shock the entire world.
But when he had gone from the Garden of Zhou to the snowy plains, he had once seen Su Li's true strike.
The Su Li of that time had similarly been holding the Yellow Paper Umbrella, the handle not fully pulled out. The sword intent flew through the stone, traveling dozens of li. A Demon General at the edge of the snowy plain collapsed from this strike, the black shadow of his mountainous figure suddenly being cut in two.