"Swish!"
The next moment.
With a flash, Ning Wangshu already appeared before Juechen Tianzun, looking down at him from on high.
Watching Juechen Tianzun's strained expression, fraught with panic and fear, Ning Wangshu could not help but curl the corners of his mouth into a mocking arc, half-smiling as he said, "Juechen Tianzun, didn't you say earlier that this seat was boasting shamelessly?"
"I wonder how it is now?"
"Those so-called sovereign lords of your Tianjue Hall don't seem like much after all!"
Ning Wangshu wore a leisurely and unhurried expression.
Faced with Ning Wangshu's ridicule and taunts, Juechen Tianzun opened his mouth, yet found himself utterly speechless, left with only a bitter taste in his heart. Never in his wildest dreams had he imagined it would finally end in such a conclusion.
He could only heave a sigh and helplessly close his eyes.
He knew that since Ning Wangshu had not spared Juetian and the others, it was impossible for him to let him off. The only thing he could do now was to close his eyes and await death.
Seeing this, Ning Wangshu let out a soft snort, too lazy to taunt him further. With a direct sweep of his palm, he battered Juechen Tianzun to death!
Seeing Juechen Tianzun also meet a tragic end on the spot, by this point, everyone from Tianjue Hall—except for Ye Qingtian and the other two, who had been suppressed by Ning Wangshu and taken into the Xuantian Divine Fire Furnace—had perished without exception.
The surrounding people broke into another wave of deep emotion and sighs.
There was a time when a Mahayana Earth Immortal was already an unattainable existence in their eyes, one that could be called invincible.
Across the entire Northern Domain, apart from the endlessly mysterious Tianjue Hall, the