With a thunderous boom, spiritual light burst across the sky. Blinding white radiance flashed, plunging everything into chaos. When the light finally receded, the entire White Emperor Manor had been razed to the ground, and countless cultivators below were dead or injured. Cracks spread across the gigantic golden sword, its glow dimming as its golden aura weakened beyond measure. White Emperor broke away from the golden sword, his face pale, though his injuries were not too serious.
Black Sand was in a far more miserable state. One arm had vanished, blood staining his robes. His cultivation had fallen to its lowest point, and he had nearly perished on the spot. He barely managed to remain aloft without falling, while Xu Yang had vanished without a trace, seizing the chance to flee White Emperor Manor.
Looking at the wreckage all around him, White Emperor's fury surged into his heart, and he spat out a mouthful of blood. He ground his teeth in hatred for Xu Yang, God...