Just as the Four Great Sects and the five peerless elders thought Wang Xian was about to break through another level and undergo tribulation before everyone's eyes.
Even Meng Tongtian, Nalan Feng, and Dongfang Guanyun, along with the two women, couldn't help retreating dozens of yards to put some distance between themselves and Wang Xian, afraid of being caught up in the tribulation.
The seven-colored divine light enveloping Wang Xian suddenly rose, then vanished inch by inch before the crowd's dumbfounded eyes.
The young man on the plaza still wore the same bright yellow royal robes, but the imperial jade seal in his hand had disappeared.
The black sword scabbard in his hand still lay crosswise before him.
Just as before the tribulation, Wang Xian's appearance remained unchanged.
Yet in the eyes of Feng Sanniang, Hua Ruyu, and the others, they could no longer fathom the young man's realm or cultivation.
Was he at the peak of Spirit Transformation, or had he already broken through Spirit Transformation and reached the Void Refinement realm?
No one had expected that the young prince Wang Xian, who had been as insignificant as an ant,
would stand at a summit beyond everyone's comprehension in the blink of an eye.
Whoosh!
The spring breeze swept past, scattering the dark clouds across the sky. The world-ending tribulation lightning silently vanished, and the pressure weighing on everyone lifted all at once.
The Right Chancellor shot to his feet with a roar. He pointed at the young man on the plaza, his heart full of fury, yet unable to utter a single word.
Perhaps he knew his own limits. After breaking through, the Prince of Zhennan was the only prince beneath the heavens. Nalan Xuande's meager cultivation could no longer compare.
His eyes were not on the Prince