The entire Imperial Capital City covered an immense area, its streets and alleys densely woven like a spiderweb, home to tens of millions of households.
When the battle at the Imperial Palace erupted, it had already drawn the attention of many cultivators in the city.
By the time Su Yi's sword had punched through the two nation-protecting killing formations and scattered amid the clouds in the heavens, the disturbance it caused had shaken the entire Imperial Capital City.
Whether ordinary mortals or cultivators, all the city's residents looked at one another in horror, panicked and at a loss.
What had happened?
Within the Imperial Palace, as that torrent of destruction swept outward, all manner of ancient buildings collapsed and crumbled.
In an instant, it was as though the place had been razed to the ground, scarred and battered as far as the eye could see!
Amid this turbulent, chaotic scene, a series of footsteps rang out.
Those footsteps carried a unique and profound rhythm, like the beating of a heavenly drum, like Dao Sound echoing through the air.
An unbelievable scene unfolded. Just as the rampaging torrent of destruction was about to sweep beyond the Imperial Palace, it was suppressed again and again with the sound of those footsteps.
The footsteps continued to ring out.
The torrent of destruction kept dimming and dispersing.
As for the footsteps falling upon the ears of everyone in the Imperial Palace, they made their minds feel as though they were about to split apart, their fighting spirit collapse. Even beings who had stepped onto the Path of Ascension were left weak in the knees, nearly paralyzed on the ground!
It was then that Emperor Qin Que and the National Preceptor both saw Su Yi walking over from the ruined, desolate world in the distance.