Looking at the horrifying scene outside, as if the apocalypse had arrived.
Inside Maple Dye Pavilion, Chrysanthemum Douluo and the others stared through the glass windows. Their legs felt as heavy as lead, rooted to the spot, while their teeth chattered uncontrollably.
In a corner not far away, Dai Tianfeng and Xue Ye, the two mortal emperors, had long since abandoned all dignity and thrown themselves flat on the ground, hands clasped over their heads.
They didn't even have the courage to raise their heads and glance at the sky. All they could do was pray frantically in their hearts.
His Holiness the Pope, Lady Angel God, you absolutely have to stop it!
If you can't, it won't just be you who bites the dust—we'll all be finished too!
And Gu Yuena, standing right outside the main entrance where the attack was aimed, reacted the most violently.
The moment the three-colored giant sword took shape in midair, this once-untouchable Silver Dragon King began to tremble uncontrollably.
It wasn't because she was naturally timid. The genetic memories buried deep in her Dragon God Bloodline were frantically sending warnings to her brain.
"That is..." Gu Yuena bit her lip hard enough to draw blood, forcing herself to stand straight. She stared at the sword in the sky, her voice hoarse with fear.
"The Sword of Judgment of the Three Realms!"
Gu Yuena said gravely to Bibi Dong in front of her, "That was the strongest killing move that split the Dragon God in two all those years ago! Its power is enough to bring down beings above the level of God Kings!"
Gu Yuena didn't need to explain it.
Qian Daoliu and Bo Saixi had already felt their souls trembling as if they were about to be crushed to pieces the moment