Just as Zhou Xuan and the others transformed into streaks of Blood Light and fled hastily towards the horizon, a faint voice seemed to ring in everyone's ears, clearly emanating from the Li Family Ancestral Land.
The next moment, a figure in Red Dress stepped out from the Ancestral Land, moving like lightning, instantly traversing dozens of miles and blocking the escape route of Zhou Xuan and the others.
It was Zhang Yu.
He stood suspended in mid-air, his aura contained, yet a terrifying, Slaughter Sword Intent that could eclipse the heavens and earth naturally emanated from him.
It was as if he himself was a deadly sword drawn from its sheath, and wherever his gaze fell, space itself seemed to distort.
"You...!"
Zhou Xuan abruptly stopped, his face turning deathly pale, his eyes filled with undisguised terror.
He could clearly sense that the Sword Intent emanating from the person in front of him was of the same origin as the earth-shattering Sword Qi from before.
What's even more terrifying is that the opponent's aura was as deep as an abyss, causing even a Heavenly Immortal Peak like himself to feel a tremor from the depths of his soul.
"Don't push your luck! Do you intend to wipe us out completely?"
Zhou Xuan suppressed his fear and shouted, his voice stern but his voice weak:
"I am the Southern Conquest King of the Sacred Dragon Divine Dynasty. His Your Majesty Zhou Xuanqing has broken through to the Half-step Supreme commands respect throughout the world."
If you dare to kill me, you will be making an enemy of the entire Sacred Dragon Divine Dynasty and an enemy of the Half-step Supreme.
You can't afford the consequences.
"Half-step Supreme?"
Zhang Yu's lips curled into a cold smile. His gaze swept over Zhou Xuan and the trembling Wang Xuan and the others behind him, his tone flat and devoid of any emotion:
So what?
Do you think I'm afraid of him?
He slowly raised his hand, and in his palm, the dark red Exterminating Immortal Sword Formation Disk reappeared, spinning softly.
"You... are arrogant." Zhou Xuan was both shocked and furious. He wanted to say something more, trying to buy time or find a way to survive.
However, at this very moment--
Boom!
Without warning, the world suddenly went dark!
It wasn't that dark clouds obscured the sun, but rather an indescribable sense of sorrow and desolation that instantly enveloped the entire world.
Immediately afterwards, blood-red raindrops began to fall from the sky!
The raindrops were crystal clear, yet their scarlet color was glaring, exuding a strong sense of desolation and death. When they fell on my skin, I felt a faint stinging sensation, as if they could erode my life force.
"Blood rained down from the sky... This is... this is the fall of Half-step Supreme!"
In the distance, Li Tian, who had just recovered from the shock, witnessed this scene and was speechless with disbelief and terror on his face.
Being at the Half-step Supreme is almost the pinnacle of this world, living as long as heaven and earth, imbued with the Principle, and virtually immortal.
What terrifying calamity, or what incredibly powerful enemy, could cause a Half-step Supreme to perish, causing the heavens and earth to grieve and rain down blood?
"Which Old Monster is it...? Who can kill him?"
Li Tian muttered to himself, his voice hoarse, as a tidal wave of emotions surged within him.
This sudden celestial phenomenon made him even more uneasy than Zhang Yu's sword strike just now.
Zhang Yu, his brows furrowed, looked up at the rain of blood falling from the sky, feeling the sorrow of heaven and earth and the lament of the Principle contained within it.
The confidence he had just gained from merging with the Exterminating Immortal Sword Formation and experiencing a surge in strength was instantly shattered by this sudden turn of events, replaced by a heavy sense of crisis.
Half-step Supreme... could he really have fallen?
What is his "False Half-step Supreme" Combat Power, which he barely achieved by relying on external aids, compared to this being capable of truly slaying Half-step Supreme being?
"No... impossible... this is impossible!"
Just as Zhang Yu's mind was racing, he suddenly heard Zhou Xuan's almost collapsing roar beside him.
Zhou Xuan seemed to have sensed something extremely terrifying; his whole body trembled violently, and his face turned deathly pale.
His pupils were dilated to their maximum, staring intently at the sky, as if trying to perceive something Void.
"How could this be...? Why is the National Destiny of my Sacred Dragon Divine Dynasty collapsing?"
Why is it passing by so rapidly?
No--!"
Before he finished speaking, the remnants of the Sacred Dragon Divine Dynasty who were blindly fleeing on the battlefield below seemed to sense something at the same time and all stopped in their tracks.
They all looked up at the sky blankly, then clutched their chests, their faces showing inexplicable panic and trepidation.
What happened?
My heart... is racing...
"The National Destiny... I feel like I can no longer sense His Your Majesty's presence..."
"The dynasty's Fortune is dissipating; the dynasty's Fortune is crumbling."
Some Cultivation had reached the Heavenly Immortal Realm screamed in terror.
Their connection with the National Destiny is even closer, and they can clearly feel the vast national National Destiny that originally supported the Sacred Dragon Divine Dynasty like a towering pillar, and which had recently surged and been stirred by His Your Majesty's breakthrough.
At this moment, it was like a river bursting its banks, surging and flowing away wildly at a speed that filled one with despair.
A terrifying thought, like the coldest venomous snake, instantly burrowed into the hearts of every member of the Sacred Dragon Divine Dynasty, making them feel as if they had fallen into an ice cave, their whole bodies chilled to the bone.
Your Majesty... Zhou Xuanqing... Your Majesty, who has just broken through to the Half-step Supreme and should be able to dominate the world...
He died.
Yes, only the fall of Emperor and the collapse of National Destiny could cause such a terrifying phenomenon of blood rain.
This is what will cause grief and panic among all the people, and what will make the cultivators who depend on the dynasty's Fortune feel that their power is being lost and their beliefs are collapsing.
Having just suffered a defeat, they considered fleeing, but a lingering belief remained in their hearts.
We firmly believe in the strength of the Sacred Dragon Divine Dynasty. His Your Majesty is still here, the capital is still here, and the foundation is still here. At worst, we can retreat, regroup, and make a comeback.
At worst, they still have their newly-breakthrough, powerful Your Majesty backing them up; there's always a way out, there's always hope.
But now, watching the blood rain falling from the sky, a symbol of the fall of Half-step Supreme.
Feeling the power within me rapidly draining away as the National Destiny crumble, and the panic and bewilderment in my heart as if a piece had suddenly gone empty, as if I had lost my most important support...
They understood.
The Sacred Dragon Divine Dynasty is finished.
Their Your Majesty, on whom they had placed their hopes and who was seen as the restorer of the dynasty, and whose invincible belief had crumbled.
"His Majesty..."
Wang Xuan stood there dumbfounded, and the weapon in his hand fell to the ground with a clang.
He gazed at the blood-red sky, two streams of turbid tears mingling with the blood rain flowing down his face, as he uttered a mournful, dreamlike cry.
Many more soldiers seemed to have lost their souls, slumped to the ground with empty eyes, as if all their energy had been drained away.
Escape?
Restoration of the Kingdom?
Revenge?
Everything seemed to have lost its meaning.
Zhou Xuan slowly turned his head, his bloodshot eyes fixed on Zhang Yu, his gaze filled with extreme resentment, madness, and a trace of fear of an unknown fate that even he himself was unaware of.
"It's you... it's you, isn't it?"
The person behind you killed His Your Majesty.
It's you guys!
Who exactly are you?
Why must you destroy my Holy Dragon!
He roared hysterically, his voice hoarse, as if he had gone mad.
Looking at Zhou Xuan, who had completely collapsed, and then glancing at the desolate and disillusioned Sacred Dragon Remnant Army below, Zhang Yu felt little pleasure; instead, his heart grew even heavier.
This sudden change means that a more terrifying force has intervened in the situation in the Earth Province, and could even easily kill a newly promoted Half-step Supreme.
"This pool is getting muddier and muddier," he thought to himself, gripping the Exterminating Immortal Sword Formation Disk tightly in his hand.
In any case, after this battle, the Sacred Dragon Divine Dynasty's Fortune has been dissipated, its Emperor has fallen, and its army has collapsed; it is now merely a name without substance.
Zhou Xuan and his group were nothing but stray dogs.
He ignored Zhou Xuan's frantic questioning and swept his cold gaze over them.
"The Holy Dragon is dead. You will either surrender or die."
As soon as he finished speaking, the Formation Disk in his hand glowed with a ghostly light once more.