Above the heavens, the terrifying fluctuations of power completely subsided.
Lin Xuan gripped Qilan by the throat with one hand, his gaze unruly and arrogant, his lips curled in mockery.
Qilan stood dazed, as though unable to accept this reality, his mind utterly blank.
He was a proud prodigy of the Jade Qilin Clan of the Primordial Demon Clan, the strongest Young Emperor in the history of the Myriad Demon Dynasty—yet he had suffered such a crushing defeat. It was simply unbelievable.
At that moment, seized by the throat by Lin Xuan, the power throughout his body erupted on its own, trying to break free from Lin Xuan's grasp.
Yet Lin Xuan's five fingers seemed forged from Primordial Immortal Gold. No matter how Qilan's power battered them, he could not make Lin Xuan loosen his grip in the slightest.
Lin Xuan even reached over with his other hand and seized the staff in Qilan's hand.
Azure light spread out as Lin Xuan's war blade erupted with terrifying pressure, seemingly intending to sever the connection between the staff in his hand and Qilan himself.
No, to be precise, that azure light was trying to sever the connection between the incarnation of the Nine Divine Iron Stakes of World Suppression and its true body.
"You..."
Qilan was stunned once again, his entire worldview being madly overturned.
He had heard before of incarnations of imperial weapons being snatched away, but only when it truly happened did he realize just how terrifying and heaven-defying such a thing was.
"You... don't even think about it..."
Qilan craned his neck, his hoarse voice emerging as he clenched with all his strength.
Bang!
The incarnation of the Nine Divine Iron Stakes of World Suppression exploded directly, then transformed into crimson slaughtering light that shone upon his body.