Fallen Heaven King's brow had split open, while Silver Moon Heavenly King's fate remained unknown.
Nine Phoenix King's fleshly body had been torn to pieces, with only his Primordial Spirit escaping.
Though Qilin Heavenly King had been protected by a passed-down Saint robe, he had still exhausted much of his kingly origin to reconstruct his Dao body.
In the blink of an eye, all four Heavenly Kings, renowned among the myriad races, had been defeated.
How could the ancient creatures, who had already looked up to them with reverence, not be terrified?
The old patriarch of Blood Phoenix Mountain's royal clan received the golden light of the fleeing Primordial Spirit with an ugly expression, sending it into the Ancestral Artifact he carried with him to be nurtured.
Although he and Nine Phoenix King were both peak Saint Kings, known as Heavenly Kings, he was already in his twilight years, his path ahead cut off. How could he compare to Nine Phoenix King, who was in the prime of his life, full of vigor and limitless potential, with hopes of attaining the Great Sage realm?
Perhaps before long, aside from the Great Sage protector personally appointed by the Ancient Emperor, the clan's progenitor, another giant would have emerged in the clan, wielding pressure over the myriad races.
But now, it was all over!
Nine Phoenix King, the royal clan's prodigy, had had his fleshly body slain. Though they could find another body within the clan that carried royal blood, allowing his Primordial Spirit to possess it and cultivate anew in reincarnation, the greatest achievement of his second life would be no more than the Heavenly King realm. He would have no chance of advancing any further.
A fine seed of a Great Sage had been forcibly destroyed just like that.