Countless Imperial Dynasty soldiers had been killed or wounded, frightening the surrounding troops into leaping about in panic.
They seemed to fear that the Northern Realm's Emperor Mu would lose himself to bloodlust and hurt the innocent.
"Zhu Yan, Garuda, and Xia Yu all fell by my hand."
"Who else wants to fight me? Hurry up. I, Mu, am waiting."
Mu Chen stood in midair, his expression indifferent.
He beckoned, and the Immortal Golden Body, which had loomed in the sky like a gilded Buddha, immediately turned into a streak of golden light and shot into his crown, returning to the Supreme Sea to continue its nurturing.
At his words, the entire scene erupted into an uproar.
People looked at one another, all wearing expressions of disbelief.
What?!
Zhu Yan and Garuda, who had been mysteriously absent, had also died—at Mu Chen's hands.
No wonder those two prodigies, ranked among the top three on the Tianluo Ranking, had suddenly disappeared.
The Heavenly Pool Baptism was an opportunity so heaven-defying that even the strangest talents would never miss it.
Jiang Ling, Xia Hong, Lu Qiu, Zhu Yan, Garuda, and Xia Yu—these human geniuses had all died, while Su Qingyin had been beaten into a state of terror.
Mu Chen had practically fought his way through the entire Tianluo Powerhouse Ranking. No one dared challenge him.
The various factions stared at one another, but not a single person dared make a sound.
Never mind those ranked lower. Of the top three on the Tianluo Ranking, two were dead and one was crippled.
Su Qingyin had been beaten into conceding. Her body was intact, but her heart had been wounded.
What faction was so tired of living that it would provoke this fiend?
"Very good. Everyone's been very cooperative."
Seeing that no one