A long while later.
"Long live the Sect Master..."
No one knew who had spoken. In a dreamlike, trembling voice, he murmured to himself.
The next moment, that voice was like a spark starting a prairie fire, instantly igniting the entire Chaos Sacred Sect.
"Long live the Sect Master!"
"The Sect Master is unrivaled beneath the heavens!"
"Hahaha, we won! We really won!"
Cheers like mountain torrents and tidal waves rang through the heavens, shaking the entire Chaos Mountains until they hummed.
Every disciple and every elder—
At this moment, they all roared wildly, venting the excitement and exultation in their hearts.
They looked at Yang Lingtian with an expression that could no longer be described as worship.
It was the way one looked upon faith, upon a god.
Their Sect Master had single-handedly defied the heavens, slain a god, and killed a Divine King.
For their Chaos Sacred Sect, he had created an immortal legend that had never been achieved before and would never be surpassed afterward!
Meanwhile, aboard the three enormous warships of the Zhan Tian Sect were tens of thousands of elite disciples.
Including the nearly hundred Divine Sect elders, every single person stood frozen in place as though under a body-locking spell.
The ferocity and disdain from before still lingered on their faces.
But in their eyes, only endless bewilderment and fear remained.
Dead?
The Golden Armored Divine King—the Supreme Elder of their Zhan Tian Sect—
A genuine Divine King powerhouse had actually died just like that?
And this had happened after he had burned his origin and Divine Soul to unleash his strongest attack.
He had been slowly ground to death by the other side in a way they could not understand at all?
This truth was like an incomparably heavy mountain, pressing down fiercely