The Great Emperor Wasn't Dead-Golden Cicada Sheds Its Shell!

The entire world seemed to sink into Eternal silence at the fall of the Eastern Emperor Great Emperor.

Even the tribulation clouds, still merging into a force powerful enough to destroy heaven and earth, seemed to pause briefly at this shocking sight.

Dead?

Just like that?

That was the Eastern Emperor Great Emperor!

He had ruled the Eastern Profound Region for countless tens of thousands of years and was hailed as the one with the greatest hope of reaching the Immortal Path since time immemorial! He stood at the pinnacle of all living beings, an unrivaled ruler whose every word could decide the rise and fall of stars!

And yet that white-clad figure had casually pointed a finger and blown him apart?

Not even a whole corpse remained?

The truth was so absurd, so shocking, that everyone who had witnessed the scene felt as if a ten-thousand-jin hammer had smashed into their heads. Their ears rang, and their minds went blank.

"Gulp."

In the distance, a surviving elder of the Eastern Emperor Hall struggled to swallow. The sound seemed painfully loud in the deathly silence.

He looked at the figure standing with his hands behind his back, dressed in white as pure as snow. Apart from fear, he could find no other emotion in his eyes.

What... what the hell was this monster?!

With one move, he had wiped out a million troops.

With one finger, he had slain a Great Emperor of an entire generation.

Could a human even do such a thing? Even the legendary immortals descending to earth would be no different!

It was over!

The Eastern Emperor Hall was finished!

An endless despair welled up in the elder's heart.

He knew that from the moment the Eastern Emperor Great Emperor had been slain with a single