Absurdity and fear kept surfacing in the hearts of the Primordial Races.
Whether they were lackeys, Ancestor Kings, prodigies of the Primordial Races, Ancient Emperor's Sons, or Sons of the Heavenly Emperor, their hearts were now consumed by those two emotions!
They had yet to process the shock of an Ancestor King crumbling with a wave of the hand when another thunderbolt struck their already chaotic minds: two Ancient Emperor Weapons had been used against one opponent, yet their wielders were effortlessly erased in an instant!
Unbelievable, inconceivable, incomprehensible!
"E-even a Great Sage..."
Looking at the empty spot where the Fallen Heavenly King had stood, the Nine Phoenix Ancestor King's face was filled with terror.
The Fallen Heavenly King had merely taken the lead and spat out a few words of trash talk. He himself had been about to speak as well, yet before he could say anything, the entire group had been wiped out!
In an instant, there was no resisting it, no defying it!
To someone like him, who had hopes of becoming a Great Sage, that supreme aura meant death upon the slightest touch!
As someone at the limit of Saint King realm and with hopes of becoming a Great Sage, the Nine Phoenix Ancestor King knew that the tiny gap between himself and a Great Sage was as vast as heaven and earth. Still, he could at least glimpse the intensity of a Great Sage's attacks.
There was no doubt that the other party's two attacks had far exceeded the norm!
At the very least, they were on the level of Victorious Fighting Buddha of the Western Desert—perhaps even higher!
It made their hearts tremble.
The higher every Primordial Race had leaped before, the harder they now fell. All of them shivered, not daring to utter