Plop!

Jin Muyun coughed up blood and decisively admitted defeat.

"Why are you throwing in the towel?" Ye Chen frowned. He could feel that Jin Muyun had yet to reach his limit.

The crowd was also stunned and confused.

However, Jin Muyun merely displayed a slight smile before he turned around, left the battlefield, and returned to his dao altar.

While he was moving across the air, a terrifying aura suddenly burst from him and rushed straight into the clouds as the Brahma King Sword in his hand emitted a cry of excitement and joy.

He had experienced a breakthrough?

Everyone’s gazes swiveled over in astonishment.

In the sky, gray and hazy sword-wills emerged one after another and condensed into small, bowl-sized sword flowers as they fell from the air.

A deity seemed to be seated within each sword flower, exuding dreadful auras that seemed capable of subduing the world.

Thousands and thousands of sword flowers drifted from the sky, each containing a mighty deity phantasm. The flowers ultimately enveloped Jin Muyun, surrounding him in a gray haze as an intimidating and majestic presence spread.

At the foot of the mountain, an elder from the Omega Sword...