At the center of the battlefield between the two realms, the Heavenly Abyss churned as terrifying divine radiance poured down like heavenly waterfalls. Time surged, and the River of Time roiled with waves. Zhou Tong stood alone and silently atop the river, his entire body wreathed in the power of time.
He raised two fingers in a sword gesture. A stream of sword qi pierced through Wushang's brow, piercing both his skull and primordial spirit. A trickle of blood ran from between his brows, a shocking sight to behold.
It was a scene that shook the heart. Whether in the Foreign Realm or the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands, everyone stared blankly at the sight before them like clay statues. No matter how many years passed, what happened today would become an imprint deeply engraved in their hearts, impossible to erase.
Zhou Tong stood alone atop the River of Time, shrouded in the years. Like a god or demon, he had pierced Wushang's brow with a single sword strike. It was simply too astonishing.
Everyone was petrified. Time seemed to freeze at that moment as they stared wide-eyed at the scene, the horror in their hearts becoming ever more indescribable.
That was Wushang!
Wushang, who was said to be invincible beneath the heavens and had slaughtered all challengers in the world, had actually had his skull and primordial spirit pierced by a single sword strike, as though he had been nailed in midair.
"Is this real? Wushang, who possesses Divine Ability Immunity, was actually pierced by such a sword qi!!"
"Is Wushang dead? Was he killed?"
"What kind of divine ability was that sword strike? Even Wushang's magic power immunity was useless against it. If such a divine ability had existed back then, how could Lord Wu Zhong and Lord