They had clearly arrived a step too late. The other party had already obtained the greatest fortune.
The Inherited Saint Weapon had fallen into his hands.
Many gazes burned with desire, and hostility showed in them as well.
Without a second thought, they charged forward and reached for the pagoda.
Boom... Holy light blazed, and terrifying flames of light engulfed all directions.
Figures with astonishing auras were blasted backward, many coughing up great mouthfuls of blood.
They stared in horror at that imposing, heroic figure, who seemed like a true God King descended upon the world.
"What?" Taiyi looked down at them indifferently and sneered. "You still want to snatch what belongs to me?"
Boom...
The next instant.
The black pagoda floated up and down.
A wisp of terrifying saint might erupted.
An aura that seemed capable of crushing the heavens swept through the vast, empty hall.
The young figures were forced straight to their knees, prostrate on the ground.
They felt as though their bodies and primordial spirits were about to split apart.
They could not resist.
"What?"
That terrifying pressure.
It left Feng Huang, Zixia, the Great Evolution Holy Son, the Wanchu Holy Son, the Golden-Winged Little Peng King, and the others unable to move. Their expressions changed in horror as they stared incredulously at Taiyi, whose dazzling radiance made him look like a heavenly god.
Their scalps prickled, and a chill ran from their heads to their feet.
No one had imagined he would gain the recognition of the Inherited Saint Weapon's deity so quickly and be able to unleash a wisp of saint might directly.
Originally, they had thought that, with the forbidden weapons or magical treasures entrusted to them by their family elders or masters, they might still be able to contend with the Eastern