But Turtle General looked as though his shell had been pried open. His whole body stiffened, even his fingertips tingling faintly—as if every ounce of forbearance, every calculation, had been laid bare beneath those eyes.
But what could he do? He could not win a fight, could not win an argument, and did not even have reason on his side.
By now, the black mist between Snake General's brows had completely dissipated. His ashen complexion had turned warm and ruddy, and color gradually returned to his lips.
His chaotic breathing slowly became long and steady. His fingers curled slightly, as though sensation were quietly returning.
Xuanyuan focused his gaze and swept over him, his Spiritual Sense passing like a net through the other's meridians and bones—
Wherever the Sword Qi had reached, the demonic aura had shattered completely, leaving not a trace behind.
He lingered no longer. His sleeve stirred faintly as he turned to leave, intending to head straight for the Human Race's holy land.
The outcome of this battle had long been clear:
The Heavenly Court had been routed!
Yet at that very moment—
The Heavenly Vault suddenly split apart! Thunder Sound rumbled like ten thousand war drums sounding at once!
In an instant, a towering figure stepped down upon the light from the depths of the sea of clouds!
Imperial might surged forth, like a mountain looming over an abyss. The entire Shouyang Mountain trembled soundlessly; grass and trees bent low, and birds fell silent.
"It's the Emperor!"
Turtle General raised his head to the sky, light bursting from his eyes!
Indeed—it was the True Martial Emperor himself!
Earlier, he had only just finished a bitter battle against the ancient Demon Race in the Northern Kuru Continent. The moment he sheathed his sword, he sensed an extraordinary