After a brief silence—
Overwhelming cries of shock and cheers finally erupted beyond all restraint.
The roar swept across the ruins and surged into the sky.
"Did... Lu Jun win?!"
"A God King... Huo Yuhao is a God King with three divine positions, who commands the Undead Plane!"
"Unbelievable... a First-Level God defeated a God King, and so overwhelmingly..."
Shock, wild joy, disbelief, blood-boiling excitement...
All manner of emotions surged through the crowd.
With his sword, Lu Jun had carved out a miracle beyond the limits of everyone's understanding.
Yet at the center of the battlefield, Lu Jun seemed deaf to the cheers behind him.
His gaze remained fixed solely on Huo Yuhao.
A moment later, he stepped forward again and thrust out his sword.
Whoosh—!
The sword light tore through the air, soundless yet impossibly fast, like a cold flash of lightning cutting through the heavens from the depths of the underworld, stabbing straight for Huo Yuhao's throat.
There was no flourish to this strike. It was merely the purest thrust.
Yet the Sword Dao principles contained within it—the control of power, speed, angle, and timing—had already reached the supreme realm of returning to simplicity, where the Great Dao was reduced to its essence!
Plain and unadorned, yet utterly lethal!
Before the sword tip even arrived, Huo Yuhao felt an icy sting on the skin of his throat, as though that invisible Sword Intent had already pressed against it. The scent of death instantly seized his divine soul!
He had no time to speak, not even time to think.
His instinct for survival and ten thousand years of combat experience drove him to react at his absolute limit.
His figure abruptly shot backward.
A blurred afterimage stretched through space behind him, and in the blink of an eye, he