"Ah!!!"
"How dare he?"
"Lin Zishan actually dared to cleave Imperial Court Mountain's gate with his blade! Is he tired of living?"
"For ten thousand years, no one has dared act so brazenly toward Imperial Court Mountain. Lin Zishan has truly gone mad!"
Discussion erupted around Imperial Court Mountain like raging waves.
Among the clouds, atop the peaks, and in the distant sky, every Martial Artist watching from afar turned deathly pale, shaken to the core.
Imperial Court Mountain had presided over the Purple Moon Continent for ten thousand years. Acknowledged as the supreme sacred ground, it was home to the only Martial Deity of the age, who stood above all and looked down upon every living being.
For ten thousand years, every power on the continent had bowed its head, not daring even to breathe too loudly.
It was no dynasty, yet it surpassed dynasties. It was a king without a crown!
No one knew the source of Imperial Court Mountain's power. They knew only that its depths were unfathomable and its strength enough to drive them to despair.
That awe had long been carved into the bones of every Martial Artist on the Purple Moon Continent.
Yet today, Lin Zishan had shattered Imperial Court Mountain's Black Iron gate with a single slash.
He had also shattered the majesty no one had dared touch in ten thousand years.
Before the gate, the two personal-guard Martial Kings had collapsed to the ground in fright, trembling like chaff in a sieve.
The arrogance they had shown Lin Zishan was gone from their eyes. Only utter terror remained.
Even so, one of them clung to his last shred of nerve and roared:
"Lin Zishan! You dared cleave Imperial Court Mountain's gate! The twelve Martial Emperors will never spare you. They'll tear you