Before the words had even left his mouth, the Witch Clan generals cried out in shock. Their gazes were firmly nailed to the Xuanyuan Sacred Sword—the blade shone like the sun, its imperial might surging so fiercely that people could barely open their eyes. In an instant, the brutal scenes of the ancient Witch-Demon War came rushing back: mountains of corpses, seas of blood, severed limbs flying everywhere, countless Witch Clan heroes reduced to ashes beneath this sword... Their throats tightened, and they involuntarily retreated half a step. Even the four great witches—Feng Bo, Rain Master, Xiang Liu, and Jiu Feng—stood frozen in place, their pupils contracting and lips slightly parted, unable to utter a single word.
Upon hearing this, Yellow Emperor Xuanyuan's eyes suddenly blazed brightly. He straightened his back, towering like a pine or a mountain. Then he abruptly raised the Xuanyuan Sacred Sword high above his head. In an instant, golden radiance exploded, and ten thousand auspicious beams burst forth, dazzling the heavens and earth until their colors faded! As Jade Rabbit happened to be sinking in the west and the Golden Crow was rising in the east, countless strands of golden light from the newborn sun poured down, intertwining and reflecting with the golden radiance around him. He looked like a deity descending into the mortal world, solemn and impossible to approach.
Next, he offered up the Human Emperor's Supreme Treasure, the Kongtong Seal. Five Nine-Clawed Golden Dragons soared into the sky with a roar, their dragon cries splitting the clouds. Imperial energy surged like a tsunami, pouring entirely into the sacred sword! The blade hummed and trembled, its radiance suddenly swelling until it actually overwhelmed the rising sun, leaving it dim by comparison. The glare stabbed at people's eyes until tears flowed, and no one