The blood-red pillar of sword light that pierced heaven and earth gradually dissipated, and the clouds stained scarlet receded like an ebbing tide.
Long-absent sunlight filtered through the gaps in the clouds, falling once more upon Spirit City's magnificent golden domes.
Yet the ruins of the Papal Palace, half of which had been brutally sheared away, still radiated a terrifying aura of destruction.
They silently told of the heaven-shattering, earth-destroying strike that had just fallen.
Within Spirit City, countless Soul Masters and worshippers remained prostrate on the ground.
Drenched in cold sweat, they stared wide-eyed toward the Papal Palace.
Only a short time before, they had witnessed Lu Xuan's Titled Douluo investiture ceremony, which had shaken the world.
Spirit Hall had given the entire continent a suffocating display of its might.
Who could have imagined that, before the warmth of the investiture had faded, such terrifying pressure would erupt from the Papal Palace, making heaven and earth change color?
Doubt, fear, and shock spread wildly through the crowds, and hushed whispers filled the streets and alleys.
But as the saying went, curiosity killed the cat.
Though everyone harbored countless questions, not a single person dared seek the truth.
This was Spirit Hall's sacred ground!
The power that had just erupted.
Was enough to effortlessly crush any ant that dared to pry.
No one dared provoke this colossal beast just after it had bared its fangs.
The scene shifted back to the Worship Hall.
Clad in black, Lu Xuan stepped through the air and slowly descended onto the Jade Steps.
The Asura God Sword in his hand had already vanished into nothingness.
Not even a speck of dust clung to him; only within his deep eyes.
Did a trace of dark-red killing intent remain, not yet entirely faded.
Inside the great