At that moment, the entire East Sea fell silent.
Every living being was stunned by the scene before them.
"W-what?"
"The Demon Race's emperor, Donghuang Taiyi, had... had really fallen just like that?"
"One sword strike, and Donghuang was dead?"
"His body and soul had both vanished into nothingness?"
"Could... could an Sub-Saint really wield such power?"
"Qin Mu's strength definitely went beyond the Sub-Saint level!"
"Could it be... could he have already attained Primordial Grand Unity Golden Immortal?"
"..."
The mighty figures exclaimed in astonishment, their faces full of disbelief.
Just moments ago, when they saw the newly ascended Saint Dijun appear, they had thought Donghuang Taiyi would be saved.
Who could have guessed that Qin Mu would directly summon his Innate Supreme Treasure, the Sacred Spirit Pearl, to block Dijun's giant palm of holy flames, then follow up with a sword strike that killed Donghuang Taiyi!
At that moment, over the East Sea.
Whether they were members of the Dragon Clan or the Demon Race, all of them stared in shock.
They hadn't expected Qin Mu to appear, either.
The Demon Race's emperor, who had awed an entire era, had fallen just like that.
At Buzhou Mountain, in Witch Clan territory.
Countless Witch Clan beings were stunned at the sight.
"D-did I see that right?"
"Donghuang Taiyi was... was killed by Qin Mu?"
"With just one sword strike?"
"One of the Demon Race's great emperors had fallen?"
After their shock, the Witch Clan beings were immediately overcome with joy.
"Haha!!"
"Wonderful!"
"That mangy bird Donghuang Taiyi had finally fallen."
"Senior Qin Mu is incredible!"
"..."
The Witch Clan beings were overjoyed.
To them, Donghuang Taiyi's death was naturally a boon to the Witch Clan.
Inside Pangu Temple.
The Twelve Ancestral Witches were all dumbstruck.
"Huh?"
"This..."
"Qin