The endless points of divine consciousness collapsed into light.
Heaven and earth seemed to freeze for a moment.
The pinnacle prodigies wore expressions of shock, and cultivators all over the world were struck speechless.
Only on that dilapidated mountain peak of the Little Immortal Sect, Wu Jiuling laughed loudly,
"Today, as my disciple makes his name known to the world!"
"No matter if they're Demon King or Demon Emperor, chop them down with one axe!"
...
"How...is this possible!"
"How could the Divine Skill Realm have such terrifying power!"
Pan Yu was nearly scared out of his wits by that one axe.
His eyes filled with confusion and terror, as if unable to comprehend why that axe was so powerful.
At this time, the demon race that had ascended to the Dao platform froze, staring blankly at Su Changqing who approached with an axe.
Numerous Confucian cultivators were in a frenzy, eagerly following in Su Changqing's footsteps, their expressions excited.
"Kill!"
