This is bad!0

Bai Lingzhen and the others turned ashen-faced. They had never imagined that the battlefield would shift so drastically in the blink of an eye.0

With just a single sword strike, a youngster at the third realm Emperor Stage had slain an eighth realm Emperor. It was simply unbelievable!0

Huang Cangtian and the others were equally shaken. They had long known of Lin Xun’s unparalleled talent in weapon forging, but they never expected his combat prowess to be just as terrifying. 0

The gap between the third realm Emperor Stage and the eighth realm Emperor Stage wasn’t a minor difference, but instead was like a vast chasm!0

How had he managed such a feat?0

Under the blood-red sunset, Lin Xun stood alone, his long black hair billowing in the wind. His presence was like an abyss, unfathomable and boundless, exuding the domineering power of a lone figure standing against thousands. 0

Clang!0

A clear hum resonated through the battlefield as the dao sword returned to the cauldron hovering before Lin Xun. At that moment, the eyes of every old monster locked onto this life-bound Emperor weapon. 0

One glance was enough to leave them all stunned. 0

What kind of cauldron was this?0

Dao light swirled like mist, vast and eternal, exuding an aura so profound it seemed capable of suppressing...0