Above Sacred City, the sword scar that had torn heaven and earth slowly faded, but that terrifying pressure remained branded deep into everyone's souls.
The black mist dispersed, and the sky returned to clarity. Of the several thousand Soul Hall experts, only wreckage and shattered black robes remained scattered across the ground.
Everything had settled.
"All hail the City Lord!"
No one knew who was the first to recover from the shock and scream at the top of their lungs.
Immediately afterward, thunderous cheers swept through the entire Sacred City.
Everyone in Sacred City, whether ordinary residents or members of the Enforcement Corps, gazed at the figure in blue robes overhead with almost fanatical reverence.
One sword strike had slain a saint!
What divine might. What overwhelming dominance.
Han Feng ignored the cheers below and slowly descended from the sky. Forcibly using A Single Sword Opens the Heavenly Gate had left his face somewhat pale, but the nourishment of medicinal pills had already restored him to normal.
Mo Shan hurried forward and dropped to one knee, unable to suppress the excitement in his voice. "Reporting to the City Lord, we achieved a complete victory in this battle! Every Soul Hall invader has been annihilated, and not one escaped! We suffered only minor injuries, with no fatalities!"
He paused, and regret crept into his tone. "It's just... the puppets suffered devastating losses. Nearly seventy percent of the Dou Ancestor and Dou Emperor puppets were destroyed, while most of the dozen or so Dou Venerable Human Puppets were severely damaged. I fear only you can repair them personally, City Lord."
"It doesn't matter." Han Feng waved a hand, unconcerned. "They are merely lifeless objects. If they are broken, we can refine more. Pass down my order: everyone who participated in this battle,