All Turncoat
In that instant, the nine Heavenly Kings made the same decision: to collectively turn against him.
It sounded hard to understand, but in truth, there was nothing strange about it. At the root of it all, the nine Heavenly Kings had never held much loyalty toward the Lord of the Divine Court.
"Though I knew your true colors long ago, I never expected you to turn your coats so quickly."
Watching them press closer step by step, the Lord of the Divine Court's shadow gave a dark chuckle. "It seems I'll have to do some serious housecleaning today."
"Cut the nonsense. Since you shamelessly claim to be the true Lord of the Divine Court, we won't show you any courtesy!"
Heavenly King Luan Sheng spoke in a sinister voice. "Everyone, attack together!"
He took a fierce step forward, and cracks spread through the void beneath his foot.
Sever!
Luan Sheng's momentum surged to its peak, and a furnace emerged behind him.
This furnace was not the Hell Furnace, but the supreme secret art he had painstakingly refined—the Heavenly Chaos Furnace.
This technique formed its own universe and its own chaos. Once activated, Luan Sheng became its center, and a radiance like seven-colored primal chaos spread outward from him.
The chaos surrounding him was wholly different from the Realm of Nothingness, showing that the Dao he had comprehended was not the same.
"Pill-refining light melds into the primordial center; chaotic breath first cleaves heaven and earth."
Heavenly King Luan Sheng let out something close to a roar. His right hand cleaved down, unleashing two forces—one cold and one hot, one hard and one soft—twisted to an extreme.
No one knew the origin of this move. It merely contained the transformations of chaos, causing even the surrounding space to warp