In truth, when Li Wujiao and Golden Roc died, the outside world had already exploded into uproar.
Then came Brahma, Dugu Wuya, even Shi'e—each and every one of them was killed.
Within Sun Plaza, people watched the scenes appearing on the projection stone.
From the initial uproar, everything had now fallen into utter silence.
Within that silence lingered an indescribable sense of suffocation.
They were all dead.
These people were no ordinary figures.
They were true powerhouses of the myriad nations.
The very pinnacle among powerhouses.
Over countless years, these powerhouses had left indelible impressions in everyone's hearts.
Now, the sky had fallen.
How could they not be shaken to the core?
Everyone deeply realized that their worldview had collapsed, like Frogs in a Well.
That was how ordinary commoners saw it.
But as the rulers of the myriad nations, their thoughts stretched much further.
So many powerhouses had died.
Then from now on, who among the myriad nations could possibly check and balance Xu Zimo?
If there was no one,
would that not mean Xu Zimo could do whatever he pleased?
He could become the true and only emperor of the myriad nations.
One had to know that throughout countless years, although the myriad nations had constantly contended with one another, and great wars had often broken out,
there had never been anyone capable of unifying the myriad nations.
Yet at this moment, everyone saw hope in Xu Zimo. They saw a possibility.
Some people's minds immediately began to stir.
Others sighed. "The heavens have changed."
"Who knows whether this will be good or bad."
"When the heavens want rain and a mother wants to remarry, whether it is good or bad, how could something like this be stopped by us?"
If the deaths of those many powerhouses at