Above the Royal Capital.
Boom—
A thunderous roar suddenly rang out.
Violent currents tore through the firmament. Countless patterns and shadows of light intertwined in the void, and the grand formation enveloping the entire Royal Capital appeared before the world.
At this moment.
Although the ceramic great hand had merely struck the Sword Shadow, the white-robed, Silver-Eyed girl seemed to have been blasted by an invisible force. She instantly transformed into a White Shadow and plummeted downward.
"Fellow Daoist, you are too weak! You severed your Divinity, so you were destined to be inferior to me!" Fu Yuan Saint Monarch lowered his head. In his hollow eyes, Ghostly Fire flickered like stars.
At this moment, countless citizens of the Royal Capital saw Fu Yuan Saint Monarch, who was like a Heavenly God, and felt utterly terrified.
Some people knelt and prostrated themselves.
Some muttered prayers under their breath.
Some shouted Fu Yuan Saint Monarch's name.
For a time, the Royal Capital lost the peace it had once known.
Jiang Ning swept his Heavenly Eye across the surroundings and also saw countless powerful beings watching coldly from the sidelines.
Just then.
Fu Yuan Saint Monarch suddenly turned around and looked toward the Martial Saint Manor.
"Martial Saint!" He suddenly grinned. His right leg rose high, then slowly descended toward the Martial Saint Manor.
Rumble—
His towering form moved, stirring up waves of air that suddenly spread in all directions like raging waves.
Especially the descending Clay Figurine right leg. The air compressed into a pale blue color and spread like seawater.
Suddenly.
A figure shot into the sky, his hair standing on end in fury, his gaze cold and severe, his black hair flying wildly.
"It's him! Martial King Xiang Yuan!" Jiang Ning instantly identified the person making a move