Lin Xuan's sword was incomparably swift, truly as fast as a shooting star. Even after it pierced through Kun Junxiong's forehead, everyone present was still dumbfounded.
It was not until the Primordial Ancient Sword traced a beautiful arc through the sky and returned to Lin Xuan's hand that everyone suddenly came back to their senses.
"Gasp! That sword was so fast!"
"The fastest flying sword I've ever seen wasn't even one percent as fast as this sword. Isn't this too outrageous?"
"The Emperor Consort's swordsmanship has truly reached a godlike level. Every time he struck, he overturned our understanding!"
The Kun Lineage members watched in incomparable shock and terror as Kun Junxiong's mighty body fell, then rapidly plummeted toward the ground.
Many among them were direct descendants of the Kun Lineage, and their brotherly bond with Kun Junxiong ran incredibly deep.
By all reason, they should have stepped forward to catch Kun Junxiong at this moment.
But with Lin Xuan, this invincible god of slaughter, standing before them, none of the Kun Lineage members dared take even half a step.
They feared that one wrong move might provoke this terrifying existence, who could destroy their patriarch with a mere lift of his hand.
They could only... watch helplessly as Kun Junxiong fell.
For the Kun Lineage, this scene was an utter humiliation—humiliating to the extreme!
Before Lin Xuan had arrived, the Kun Lineage had been one of the Four Great Families of Primordial God Mountain, exalted beyond measure, its prestige blotting out the heavens. Who knew how many people had fawned over them and groveled at their feet?
Not to mention the clans, holy lands, sects, nations, and other powers of the mortal Azure Dragon Continent—even the many lineages on Primordial God Mountain had scrambled to cling to the