Of the eight ultimate killing moves, the Sovereign alone possessed one!
For a moment, it was as if thunder had erupted.
With this blow, let alone War Kings, even early-stage War Emperors felt a lethal crisis. It felt as though they would be grievously wounded—or even killed outright.
Even if they had mastered the same killing move, they would not be able to block this technique.
Because the most likely outcome would be mutual destruction.
After all, killing moves had never been about defense.
On the battlefield, the two prodigies from the Five Elements Clan and the Thunder Clan who had chosen to withdraw were now sweating profusely, cursing inwardly.
Those shameless bastards from the Man Clan—shouldn't they have said something like that in advance?
Fortunately, the other side had not done that when they attacked. Otherwise, their names would probably have been entered into their clan genealogies by now, complete with warning couplets: on one side, "Overestimating oneself to challenge the Earth Clan"; on the other, "Soul scattered to prove their might." Horizontal inscription: "Once Again Proven"!
At this moment, it was not just them. Quite a few people harboring crooked intentions were also drenched in cold sweat, their mouths dry and parched.
True enough, compared to those five, the brilliance Nine Songs had displayed was still lacking.
But that strike had smashed the courage in their hearts into pieces.
Even though they knew that after using that move, she herself might not be in good shape either—after all, such a devastating killing move could not possibly be used continuously, that was common knowledge—no one was willing to test it.
The rewards might be tempting, but life was clearly more important.
At this moment, Nine Songs was naturally in terrible condition.
Her face was white as paper, utterly