Somewhere.
Light flickered.
Fu Moyan reappeared there, his face blank. He still had not recovered from what had just happened.
A palm strike that could destroy heaven and earth.
The thousands upon thousands of players present had been powerless to resist. Every last one had been wiped out by that strike.
As he recalled that palm strike,
his soul could not stop trembling.
Strong!
Absurdly strong!
The arrogance he had begun to feel after gaining a fraction of the power of reality vanished completely beneath that palm strike.
Storming the Celestial Court?
Crushing True Immortals?
It had all been a joke.
The Celestial Court had not even mobilized its army. It had merely dispatched a single True Immortal, who had erased every player present with one palm strike.
After all,
although there had not been that many players present,
in terms of strength,
they could almost all be counted among the very best players on the Eastern Continent.
Even so,
they had been utterly powerless against Xiao Chengfeng.
An overwhelming defeat.
An utterly merciless, overwhelming defeat.
That palm strike
had completely extinguished the idea that had just risen in Fu Moyan's mind.
As it turned out,
players were still ants before the Celestial Court.
The so-called bosses they were killing now were actually ants in the Celestial Court's eyes as well.
After killing other ants, these ants had deluded themselves into challenging a true god. What was that, if not a joke?
He glanced at his status panel.
His cultivation realm had indeed dropped.
Seeing this,
Fu Moyan gave another bitter smile. "It's been a long time since my cultivation realm dropped. I never expected to come to grief like this. Senior, was that the Eastern Pole War God's true strength?"
"True strength?"
The Heavenly Emperor's Avatar scoffed.
"If the