Sect Leader Duan and the other two were pale, blood still trickling from the corners of their mouths as they stared at Lan Xin in horror.
Even the slightest tremor of an Imperial Weapon was more than they could withstand. In that instant, it had felt as though a world-destroying sword had been swung from the depths of time and cleaved into their souls, filling them with the terror of being utterly annihilated.
No, that was not even the Imperial Weapon's true power—not even one ten-thousandth of it. What Lan Xin held was not the actual Imperial Weapon, but its weapon soul, the hub that controlled it.
Though the three of them had imagined the Imperial Weapon's power countless times, magnifying it endlessly in their minds, now that they faced it, their past notions seemed utterly laughable.
The difference between the eighth and ninth ranks was like the gap between the summit of the Ninth Heaven and the depths of the Eighteenth Hell!
An Imperial Weapon contained the Martial Path will of a Heavenly Emperor. Even the slightest revelation of its power was like heavenly law crushing all before it, unmatched by anything in the world.
A Heavenly Emperor stood at the very pinnacle of this world. Every gesture, every word, could shape reality. Such an existence was beyond the imagination of anyone beneath that level.
Now that the three of them were facing the might of an Imperial Weapon, each felt differently.
The emperor was horrified, and a faint fear rose within him—a deep, bone-chilling fear. The Imperial Weapon's might was something he could never withstand, even though it was currently in the hands of a little girl at the Human King Realm.
Sect Leader Duan and Zhang Dongge felt nothing like His Majesty the emperor. At that moment,