All living beings stood tongue-tied, silent as cicadas in winter, almost forgetting to breathe.
The Wine Sword Immortal's domineering spirit had not diminished in the slightest.
Even facing Hongjun and the other Xuanmen Saints, he still spoke with such boldness and unbridled courage.
An atmosphere of unbearable oppression spread throughout heaven and earth.
Meanwhile, on the battlefield.
At Gu Changqing's words, Hongjun, the Elder of Chaos, and the Four Saints all wore shifting expressions, their faces darkening and clearing as they weighed their options.
Were they supposed to retreat now?!
Wouldn't everything they had done today go down the drain, leaving them utterly disgraced before countless watching eyes?
More importantly, the saints still refused to give up on the Heaven-Opening Divine Axe.
This offensive supreme treasure in its complete form held an allure surpassing any opportunity throughout all history.
"Damn it, this brat really does have nothing to fear!"
Laozi cursed under his breath, beside himself with anger, his fury threatening to send him leaping into the air.
The supreme sword intent Gu Changqing had casually unleashed earlier had already made the Four Saints feel as though they faced a formidable enemy; even together, they had failed to withstand it head-on.
Now, with the added threat of the Heaven-Opening Divine Axe, it was easy to imagine how little fighting spirit the Four Saints had left-barely a tenth of what they once possessed.
Yuanshi, Jieyin, and Zhunti said nothing, but their expressions showed that they shared Laozi's thoughts.
Yet the moment those words fell, Hongjun spoke in a low voice:
"Hmph, there is no need to fear!"
"Even if the Heaven-Opening Divine Axe has taken shape, this brat may not have the strength to wield it."
The Four Saints' eyes lit up at these words, while the Elder of Chaos looked