Everyone from the Immortal Cloud Sect watched the heavens tensely.
Fang Xuan stood high in the sky. Though his entire body was drenched in blood, purple flames enveloped him, purple Dao Patterns covered his body, and black threads slowly drifted around his golden vertical pupils.
He gazed calmly at the living beings below, like a god who held heaven and earth in the palm of his hand.
In his eyes, the East Mountain God was like an old dog on the verge of death, clinging to its final trace of Divine Soul Power.
"HAHAHAHAHA!"
Suddenly, the dying East Mountain God burst into laughter. Its dragon skull, now nothing but white bone, trembled faintly, looking exceptionally bizarre.
"I never thought that after cultivating for several thousand years, I would ultimately end up as fish on the chopping block."
With that, it abruptly raised its head and looked at Fang Xuan with those eerie pupils. "Fang Xuan, you have won. I agree to leave Jingzhou from this day onward. I will no longer interfere in the struggle for supremacy over the Nine Provinces!"
The skies fell silent. Everyone's breathing gradually grew heavier, their faces flushing faintly.
In today's great battle, countless sects had wagered their futures on the outcome.
It all depended on Fang Xuan's final stance!
Above Lin Yan City, countless gazes laden with every kind of emotion intertwined in midair, awaiting the final outcome of today's battle.
A faint change passed through Fang Xuan's eyes, and his voice was as cold as the depths of winter. "Heh, let you go? If I had been the one defeated today, would you have spared me?"
"East Mountain, the matter of Jingzhou must come to an end. And the blood shed by the Immortal Cloud Sect today must be repaid by someone!"
His