Lu Qiwen roared unwillingly. He had done nothing, had not even had the chance to wield his full strength, yet he had been taken in. How could he possibly accept that?
The Yellow-Robed Immortal Emperor and the others were the same.
Jiang Ruoyao had struck swiftly and decisively, not giving them even a shred of time to react!
But it was too late to say anything now. Once they entered the Earthen Jar, there was no possibility of getting out again.
The red Celestial Sword in her hand dispersed. Jiang Ruoyao closed her eyes, calm from beginning to end, without the slightest ripple despite facing so many enemies.
At the same realm, those enemies were nothing but ants and insects in her eyes—frail beyond measure, ready to be wiped out with a flick of her fingers.
After Lu Qiwen and the others were defeated, sighs rang out continuously across the Upper Heavens. So, it still wasn't enough?
Just how much power had Jiang Ruoyao bestowed upon her incarnation? Could it be that she had given all of it to the incarnation? Otherwise, why would it be so powerful that even Lu Qiwen, a quasi-successor-level figure, had been instantly defeated?
The living beings of all realms were the complete opposite of the Upper Heavens. They had long since lost count of how many times they had cheered and applauded Jiang Ruoyao, raising their arms and shouting as they celebrated the victory.
To put it bluntly, the strength Jiang Ruoyao displayed had truly blinded their titanium-alloy dog eyes!
They truly had not known that, at the same realm, the disparity in strength could be this enormous!
Seventeen Celestial Layers.
In truth, the Ghost Phoenix Clan Ancient Ancestor had not been very surprised by Lu Qiwen and the others' defeat.
Their numbers had