The Immortal Kings were terrified, a chill running through their entire bodies.
No matter what, they had never expected that even Kun Di, universally acknowledged as the strongest in the Foreign Territory, would be gravely wounded by a single punch, his life or death unknown, despite having played every trump card and burned his very origin.
Ye Xuan gave them no time to catch their breath. Borrowing the momentum of the punch that had sent Kun Di flying, he charged into the midst of the kings once more.
The Grand Unity Sword Embryo in his hand bloomed with cold sword light, weaving through the void like bolts of silk into a great net of death.
Sword Qi stretched across hundreds of millions of li; the cold gleam of a single sword illuminated the nine provinces.
Accompanied by two despairing screams, two more Immortal Kings who failed to evade in time were severed at the waist by the sword light.
Their protective artifacts were like paper before that sword light. Their Primordial Spirits did not even have a chance to flee before being reduced to ashes amid the crisscrossing Sword Qi.
This scene fell clearly into the eyes of everyone at Emperor Pass—and into King Shi's eyes atop Primordial Imperial City.
King Shi's clouded eyes widened round, his lips trembling uncontrollably.
Were these still the Immortal Kings said to be imperishable through ten thousand calamities?
Once upon a time, the assault of a single Immortal King upon the pass would require Nine Heavens and Ten Lands to fill the gap with the lives of countless forebears.
Yet now, before the Heavenly Emperor, these arrogant kings were being slaughtered as freely as chicks.
After their brief shock, the people of Emperor Pass felt their blood boil, and they cried out in unison,