"Impossible!"
The Eighth Divine General roared almost by instinct, a tremor in his voice that even he failed to notice.
"This is impossible! Mo Yuan was one of the Ten Holy Sons of the Celestial Court! He stood at the Supreme Peak of Peerless Immortal Kings! Who besides Di Cang could kill him in an instant?!"
"And they had tens of thousands surrounding them! How could they be the ones slaughtered?!"
His roar exploded across the viewing platform, but no one answered him.
Every gaze was nailed to the Heaven's Pride Rankings. No one could look away.
Their eyes brimmed with shock, horror, and a wild joy beyond words!
Mo Yuan!
One of the Ten Holy Sons of the Celestial Court!
A peerless monster who ranked among the very highest on the Heavenly Dao Ranking!
A chosen figure the Celestial Court saw as a future ruler of one of the Ten Great Heaven Realms!
If the Human Realm had not existed, Di Cang would not even have needed to act. Mo Yuan alone could have crushed them all!
But now his name had shattered!
He was dead!
"It shattered... Saint Son Mo Yuan of the Celestial Court's name... it really shattered!"
"Mo Yuan! That was Mo Yuan! The Mo Yuan who once wiped out three mighty Immortal Sects single-handedly!"
"The Human Realm! The Human Realm did it! It had to be them! Heavens! They actually... they could even kill Mo Yuan!"
"Mo Yuan was far stronger than Tian Xu!"
After a brief, deathly silence, stifled cries erupted across the viewing platform.
The experts outside the Celestial Court clenched their fists, their faces flushed red, as though they could finally breathe out the resentment that had weighed on their chests for countless years!
"Qiankun Heaven Lord, this was your plan!"
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