All living beings were utterly certain that the scream they had heard earlier belonged to Di Jun.
And now, a rain of blood had stained half the heavens red.
Nothing more needed to be said.
They could all but confirm that this strike had drawn Di Jun's blood.
Billions of gazes instantly froze, their owners struck dumb.
How was this possible?
Just moments ago, Gu Changqing had clearly been at a disadvantage.
Even after exhausting his methods, he had struggled to break Di Jun's innate divine art.
Yet in the space of an instant, he had unleashed his full might, reversed the battle with one sword strike, and grievously wounded Di Jun?
Countless mighty experts found it unbelievable. They stared unblinkingly at the battlefield, determined to see what had happened.
A moment later, the sword intent filling the sky dispersed, and the tribulation light faded away.
Only then did the scene on the battlefield reveal itself.
But one look left all living beings even more terrified. Their hair stood on end, and gasps rang out incessantly.
"Hiss... is that really Demon Emperor Di Jun?"
"What happened just now? Why has Di Jun become a corpse?"
"What a terrifying Wine Sword Immortal. He said he would cut down Di Jun, and he really beheaded him with a single strike?"
On the battlefield!
Gu Changqing stood holding the Purple-Green Nine Heavens Sword, looking as drunken as ever.
Only his aura fluctuated somewhat, and a trace of exhaustion showed in his eyes.
It was as though that sword strike had consumed an immense amount of his strength.
He immediately lifted his Wine Gourd and gulped down another great mouthful, restoring his condition and replenishing his blood and vitality.
But what made everyone's scalps prickle and their souls tremble was Di Jun's current state.