Dead silence filled the starry sky!
Even the veterans, Murong Xuan, and the others, who had absolute confidence in Chu Kuangren, could not help being stunned when they saw that sword strike.
One sword strike had slain a million soldiers!
It had even slashed tens of millions of kilometers of starry sky into nothingness!
Among those million soldiers, there had been no shortage of Golden Immortals, yet even those Golden Immortals had been utterly fragile beneath Chu Kuangren's sword.
There had been countless stars within those tens of millions of kilometers of space.
Yet they had still turned to nothingness, as though they had never existed.
Murong Xuan and the others could think of no words to describe that sword strike.
After the dead silence, cheers erupted from the crowd, soaring into the heavens.
"Our King! Our King!"
"Long live our King! Long live our King!"
Chu Kuangren glanced at them, then flickered over to Murong Xuan and the others. Looking at those familiar faces, he could not help revealing a nostalgic look in his eyes.
Murong Xuan, Shang Qingxue...
These people had all once been disciples of the Mystic Heaven Sect.
"Greetings, Your Majesty."
Murong Xuan, Shang Qingxue, and the others knelt on one knee, their respect for Chu Kuangren coming from the depths of their hearts.
"No need for formalities. It is thanks to you that the empire has been protected all these years."
Chu Kuangren smiled faintly.
"It is our duty."
"Next, I will pay the Heavenly Dao Sect a visit. Sorry for the trouble, but I will still need you to hold the fort here."
"Your Majesty, if you are going to the Heavenly Dao Sect, should you bring more people?"
Murong Xuan asked.
Chu Kuangren smiled faintly. "No need. For a mere Heavenly Dao Sect,