"Why do we face yet another formidable enemy?"
"Exactly how many followers does the Heavenly Emperor of Qin still have?"
"Four Manifesting Saints, could there possibly be real saints emerging after them?"
"Just hold on, all the saints are still here, what do we have to fear?"
"Grand Immortal Changde has already fallen, who will be next?"
The disciples of the Holy Sect were abuzz with discussion, their pride shattered by Qin Jun in just a day.
In the face of the Great Qin Heavenly Court, the Holy Realm collapsed, saints fell, countless disciples died or were injured, and now they were shrouded in fear, uncertain if they could survive.
Xuanyuan wielded his sword, rampaging in all directions, targeting ordinary disciples, adding to the chaos of the battlefield.
Even Xiao Rushui, Di Tianwu, and other unparalleled geniuses of the outer cosmos gritted their teeth in hatred, but they were powerless to do anything but flee because Xuanyuan was too strong.
