With Hongjun's sword slash, the four corners of heaven and earth fell nearly silent save for the Heavenly Demons' panicked cries as they fled. The clamorous shouting and wailing for their fathers and mothers had all vanished, replaced by wave after wave of gasping.
How strong was Hongjun? No one knew after these hundreds of thousands of years. They only knew that he was very strong. In the era of the previous generation of Saints, he had already been the strongest beneath heaven.
No one knew how strong he was. After remaining silent for hundreds of thousands of years, Hongjun had made his move once more.
Though it had been only a single sword stroke, that one stroke had been enough to display Hongjun's might.
The First Heavenly Demon, Cheng Hou! He was an existence comparable to a Saint, yet he had actually been unable to withstand a single sword strike from Hongjun.
As the sword descended, the Great Emperors in all directions were slightly stunned as they looked toward Hongjun. Their expressions darkened one after another.
In midair, Zhong Shan held Hao Meili in his arms and stared fixedly at Hongjun in the distance.
What an astonishing sword strike! Could I withstand it? Zhong Shan sank into thought.
"Ah!" "Ah~~~~~~~~~~~~~~!"
Above the starry sky, atop Green Mountain, Cheng Hou had been cut in two by a single sword. At the place where his two connected arms had been severed, no blood splashed out. Instead, vast amounts of Black Qi poured forth.
Cheng Hou was utterly terrified. How could he possibly have imagined that Hongjun would be here?
Hongjun was actually still this strong?
Cheng Hou had not died. Although the sword had severed him, his tenacious vitality had prevented him from being annihilated in one strike. Instead, he looked