His Believers Spanned All Realms

The instant those two words burst from the blood-red figure's mouth.

Old Chen's pupils contracted sharply. A bone-chilling premonition shot up his spine, and he retreated at breakneck speed almost on instinct.

The next moment.

The sky split open.

A pitch-black fissure appeared at the far end of the horizon, cleaving across the heavens as it extended straight toward them.

It was not Sword Light or Sword Qi or anything of the sort—the sky had truly split open!

The fissure swept past the side of the Flying Ship.

The gap did not look wide, yet everything it passed through—an entire side of the vessel along with one massive wing—was sheared cleanly away at the root.

What had just been a vast expanse Covering the Sky and Sun vanished into the fissure out of thin air, never to be seen again.

Old Chen froze in midair, staring helplessly as the crack slowly closed.

His back was already soaked in cold sweat.

Had he not retreated quickly enough just now, he likely would have vanished alongside that massive wing.

Yet even though he had escaped, he could not muster the slightest trace of relief.

One strike had torn open space and sliced away an entire layer of such an enormous Flying Ship.

Such divine might had long surpassed everything he knew.

"Could it be..."

"An Emperor Weapon...?!"

At the Martial Arts Arena, the disciples of the Flowing Rosy Clouds Sect who had been shouting so arrogantly moments ago all fell silent.

Everyone looked up to see that colossal object, having lost one side of its support, slowly tilting.

At last, it could no longer hold on. Trailing billowing black smoke, it plunged straight toward the ground.

Inside the cabin.

A violent tremor struck without warning, and the entire Flying Ship began to