"Saint King!"
The pressure on Senluo Wu and Chi Xiong suddenly eased, and that omnipresent suppression vanished.
The entire world became incomparably light. They discovered an unprecedented sense of beauty and exhilaration, an experience they had never felt before.
This showed just how terrifying the bronze cauldron's suppression had been.
Clearly, the only one who could casually send the bronze cauldron flying and defeat Liu Jingguo and Lu Zhigang in a single move was the Saint King.
Lu Zhigang had suffered grievous injuries, while Liu Jingguo had been buried deep in the earth, her life or death unknown.
The Human Race's previously soaring momentum came to an abrupt halt, and silence fell in every direction.
Despair rose soundlessly, and many people thought of the day the six northern provinces had fallen.
Could history be about to repeat itself?
"Saint King? Aren't you Ming Qiu Mang?"
Xiaoyaozi's aged voice rang out. Though the bronze cauldron had been restrained, he himself remained completely unharmed.
Compared to Lu Zhigang and Liu Jingguo, this renowned elder of the Golden Immortal Path was still in a fairly good state.
The two giant hands in the sky withdrew, and then a figure appeared above Northern Profound Prefecture as though breaking through the surface of water.
It was the Saint King, Ming Qiu Mang.
Ming Qiu Mang looked at Xiaoyaozi and nodded. "Mm, you are very good!"
The words seemed to come out of nowhere, but only Xiaoyaozi and he understood. This was the evaluation given by the totem Ancestral Witch behind him. For a mortal body to actually pry open the power of the Nine Cauldrons was truly one of the world's great miracles.
His personal arrival this time had still been for Xiaoyaozi.
As for Liu Jingguo, Lu Zhigang, and the rest, even if they