Seeing Ning Wangshu's gaze turn toward them, the people aboard the Flying Ships from the Three Great Holy Lands all changed color.
"Bad! We have to get out of here—"
Someone cried out and immediately urged them to start the Flying Ships and flee.
The others reacted as well, scrambling to start the Flying Ships. In an instant, the ships blazed with dazzling light, and Array Markings emerged...
But just then, Ning Wangshu gave a cold laugh. "Trying to escape? Hah. You're all staying right here!"
He suddenly clenched his hand in midair.
"Buzz!"
In an instant, the sky seemed to pause.
The hundreds of Flying Ships shuddered violently. The next moment, they disintegrated amid the dazzling light, collapsing on the spot. Ning Wangshu had crushed them in midair, blowing them to pieces!
As for the people aboard, they perished along with the ships. Not one survived!
"Whoa—"
Watching the Flying Ships overhead explode like clusters of fireworks and dissolve into a rain of light, the people in Liuyun City below were stunned once again.
Only after a long while did gasps and gulps of astonishment ripple through the crowd.
"Gasp... T-too terrifying! The Heavenly Wasteland Divine Dynasty, the Yin Yang Sect, and the Immortal Sword Sect—the Three Great Holy Lands—had over a hundred Flying Ships between them, carrying at least ten thousand cultivators. And every last one of them perished just like that..."
"Y-yes. And those Mahayana Earth Immortals from the Three Great Holy Lands were killed with a single palm strike! We don't know which Tianzun came here with the Three Great Holy Lands, but after this, they must have suffered devastating losses!"
The crowd gasped in shock, unable to hide their awe.
Someone shook his head and sighed. "Devastating losses is putting it mildly. He killed several