Zhu Tianjun and the Immortal Emperor were annihilated!
The Cultivators of the War Court could not accept this reality at all. All of them stared blankly at that sword-light spanning the universe.
They could not move. The sight before them chilled them to the bone and plunged them into despair.
Fang Xuan stood in the void, his eyes wide. The universe reflected in his eyes trembled, and the sound of his heartbeat was so violent.
It was over!
Fang Xuan sank into boundless despair. Ever since he had stepped into this universe, he had imagined that the War Court might fail, but he had never imagined that Zhu Tianjun and the Immortal Emperor would be utterly unable to fight back.
Just what kind of sacred being was that?
How high was his cultivation?
Fang Xuan glanced at the Long Zhan Dharma Image on Long Qing, his heart filled with shock.
All living beings in the universe looked toward the Long Zhan Dharma Image, their eyes full of disbelief. And although the living beings within the Heavenly Spirit Great World did not know the exact state of the battle, when they saw that pair of mysterious giant eyes vanish, hope rose in their hearts.
Could they have won?
Long Qing had witnessed his master's victories many times already, but each time, he was still frightened.
Just how high was Master's cultivation?
Why did it feel as if no matter how powerful an existence was, before Master, they could not withstand a single blow?
"Karmic retribution—no matter who you are, none can escape it. Today the War Court sought to destroy my dragon race, so I shall destroy the War Court. I will only swing one sword. Whether you live or die will be up to your own fortune. You should rejoice—if