In midair, the Emperor Blood had yet to dissipate, and the lingering force of the pitch-black blade light still echoed between heaven and earth.
Wisps of Martial God aura lingered in the air, testament to his terrifying feat of sweeping aside eight Martial Deities.
Li Yun held the Heaven-Slaying Treasure Blade, his plain robes unstained by so much as a speck of blood. He no longer deliberately restrained his Martial God will, yet it remained as still and deep as a pool, without a trace of frenzy.
Only his battle spirit—proud enough to look down upon the world, still unbowed after a bitter fight—soared into the heavens, confronting the Gilded Martial Deity atop Imperial Court Mountain from afar.
The two Martial God auras collided across the distance, turning the air throughout the Purple Moon Continent thick and heavy, pressing down on every living creature until they could scarcely breathe.
The entire Purple Moon Continent fell deathly silent. Rogue Cultivators hidden in the mountains, sect masters and disciples, and everyone on Crouching Dragon Mountain held their breath, eyes locked on the two figures in the sky. No one dared breathe too loudly.
Atop Imperial Court Mountain, the Martial God in gilded imperial robes slowly stepped forward. Golden light flowed around him, and the disdain he had worn was long gone, replaced by utmost gravity.
He could clearly sense the vast Martial God aura emanating from Li Yun, like an immense sky that struck dread into anyone who looked upon it!
He had fought across the Hengwu Domain for years, seen countless prodigies and monsters, and slain no few Martial Gods of his own rank. But someone who had reached the Martial God realm in a small lower world and possessed a foundation as deep as Li Yun's? He had never seen