Upon the battlefield, Xiao Chen stood alone with hands clasped behind his back, his white garments peerless, unstained by a speck of dust. The lingering might of his Dragon Sword remained undispersed, as if a deity walked the earth, worshipped and revered by all.
In contrast, the Great Emperor's godlike, indestructible body was for the first time sent flying by the might of the Dragon Sword, tumbling to the ground and off his divine pedestal, shattering the faith of some.
"This is impossible!"
The four black-robed Venerable Envoys' voices trembled as they struggled to believe.
That was their tribe's supreme celestial king, possessing an immortal body, who could shatter the heavens with a casual punch.
Yet at this moment, he had been defeated by an unknown youth from the Immortal Realm, which was truly inconceivable.
