Whoosh!
The instant Nethermoon died, the Nether God Eyes fled on their own, giving Qin Heng no chance to claim them.
Though Nethermoon was dead, her origin remained undying, and she would still revive.
But that no longer mattered.
Having burned ninety percent of her Nether God Bloodline, even if she returned from death, her strength would be far inferior to before. She could be struck from the ranks of the universe's foremost Eternal Experts.
Qin Heng withdrew his divine weapon as though he had merely done something trivial. His gaze turned toward the God Ruins Realm. Behind that dark void, who knew how many people were trembling at this moment, too afraid to face him directly.
"Is anyone else going to fight?" Qin Heng asked.
The entire God Ruins Realm side fell silent as a cicada in winter. Even their divine senses were withdrawn, none daring to brush against his.
Heavenbreaker, Darkness, Nethermoon—the three Super God Emperors had fallen one after another. Qin Heng's strength had reached a level so terrifying it beggared belief. Unless a Sub-God emerged, no one could stand against him.
Dong Huaiyue had long known Qin Heng would win. Smiling, she said, "If one person lacks confidence, then all of you can come together. My disappointing little brother can challenge all forty million of you by himself."
Qin Heng: ...
Everyone: ...
They had seen arrogance before, but never arrogance like this.
Forty million Eternals—let alone an emperor, even a Sub-God would be ground to dust by endless secret arts and power. Even a true god, without wielding authority, could not endure the encirclement of tens of millions!
Of course, such a situation was impossible.
It was unrealistic for tens of millions of people to gather in one place. Even forty million ordinary soldiers could