Fang Yang's black hair flew wildly. In a silver robe and wielding a longspear, he was like a demon god descended upon the world. He slaughtered one Young Great Saint after another, and even struck down the White Tiger Demon Lord, a master of his own lineage.
The world was stunned.
All living beings seemed petrified, staring blankly at this scene. Time itself seemed to have forgotten to flow as countless beings held their breath.
"He blots out the sky with one hand, extinguishing a miracle!"
"The Sovereign… is he really not a Young Venerable?"
"Kill them! Crush those demon whelps and avenge our brothers…!"
The grand protective formation roared. People cried out, their initial alarm turning into profound emotion, their eyes shining with shock.
...
Meanwhile.
The Seventh Prince of the Great Xuan Dynasty had heard the White Tiger Demon Lord's dying words of indignation.
In that instant, a flash of silvery-white lightning shot through his mind.
