Grand Unity Supreme Beidou Xingjun!

Qin Wang's expression also turned solemn upon hearing this. He understood the might of the combined assault from these Great Luo cultivators. Even cultivators at the late Great Luo Realm would be unable to withstand such power, let alone him, with his mere Golden Immortal Realm cultivation.

Though Fang Yantian had only a wisp of his divided soul here, his Grand Unity Supreme cultivation allowed him to easily "see" the outcomes under all kinds of hypothetical conditions. It was precisely because he knew that, if Qin Wang made no preparations, his death would be inevitable.

Vaguely, Fang Yantian seemed to have crossed the long river of countless ages and glimpsed a corner of the "future."

The heavens suddenly split apart as the Golden Crow Sky Burning Sword swept nine blazing suns down in a thunderous descent. Its wielder stood atop a lava fire lotus, his crimson-cloud battle robe billowing like karmic flames that could burn the world. On the other side, a black robe snapped in the wind as the Soul Gathering Tower expanded ten thousand zhang from its sleeve. Mysterious runes flowed over the tower's surface, pressing the surrounding space into spiderweb-like cracks.

The instant the sword edge collided with the tower's shadow, a blazing white halo swallowed three thousand miles of mountains and rivers. A Golden Crow phantom soared from the sword's spine with a piercing cry, its tail feathers sweeping lava backward into the sky; meanwhile, the Soul Gathering Tower erupted with dark blue chains, each wrapped around the souls of primordial giant beasts, tearing apart the fire rain filling the heavens as they bit and ripped. The sword wielder formed the Sunfall Seal with his left hand, and nine world-destroying pillars of light pierced through the clouds. Yet the black-robed man sneered and formed a hand