The Martial Saint struck!

Above the Royal Capital.

Boom—

A thunderous roar suddenly erupted.

Violent currents tore through the heavens. Countless patterns and shifting lights interwove in the void, revealing the great formation that enveloped the entire Royal Capital to the world.

At that moment.

Although the porcelain-like hand had struck only the sword phantom, the silver-eyed girl in white seemed to have been hit by an invisible force. She instantly became a white blur, plummeting downward.

"Fellow cultivator, you are too weak! Once you severed your divinity, you were destined to fall short of me!" Lord Fuyuan lowered his head, ghostly flames flickering like stars within his hollow eyes.

At that moment, countless citizens of the Royal Capital gazed upon the godlike Lord Fuyuan, their hearts filled with terror.

Some fell to their knees and prostrated themselves.

Some muttered under their breath, seemingly praying.

Some cried out Lord Fuyuan's name.

For a time, the Royal Capital lost its former peace.

Using his Heavenly Eye to scan his surroundings, Jiang Ning also saw countless beings with powerful auras watching coldly from the sidelines.

Just then.

Lord Fuyuan suddenly turned, directing his gaze toward the Martial Saint Manor.

"Martial Saint!" He suddenly grinned, raised his right leg high, then slowly brought it down toward the Martial Saint Manor.

Rumble—

The moment his towering figure moved, it churned up waves of air that surged outward like furious breakers.

Beneath his descending clay right leg in particular, the air compressed into a pale blue, spreading like seawater.

Suddenly.

A figure shot into the sky, his rage making his hair stand on end, his gaze icy and fierce, his black hair whipping wildly.

"It's him! Martial King Xiang Yuan!" With his Heavenly Eye, Jiang Ning instantly identified the man who had intervened.

Yet before Lord Fuyuan, who was