At the former site of the Ziwei Divine Dynasty, the Divine Court cultivators who had been working in full swing were neither blind nor deaf. Although the battle between Fang Yang and the Divine Court Great Saint had lasted only a very short time before its outcome was decided, it made them realize that their own arrogance and tyranny had finally brought retribution upon them.
Someone who could so easily kill a Divine Court Great Saint in such a short time was likely an invincible powerhouse even among Great Saints.
Even in the talent-rich Divine Court, there were probably only two or three cultivators capable of rivaling this man.
How many of them could survive against such a powerhouse?
"Spare us!"
Some cultivators had no real sense of belonging to the Divine Court. With their lives on the line, they immediately begged for mercy.
Others prepared to flee amid the chaos, while some simply dropped to their knees. The entire scene descended into disarray, with none of the former swagger they had displayed when destroying the Ziwei Divine Dynasty.
Seeing this, Fang Yang showed not the slightest mercy. He struck downward with a palm, covering every Divine Court cultivator present and leaving behind a gigantic palm print.
Had he not been there, the Sun God Sect would have followed in the footsteps of the Ziwei Divine Dynasty, and these Divine Court cultivators would likewise have slaughtered the descendants of the Sun.
Of course, more importantly, Fang Yang had already become enemies with the Divine Court. Naturally, he would not hold back and merely punish the chief culprits.
Though he had attained considerable accomplishments in Buddhist arts and had successively cultivated Mind-Reading, the Heavenly Ear Ability, and the Divine Foot Ability, he was not constrained by form. He used the true