When Han Yunkun spoke, the gazes of Ming Zhenqi and Gu Junli also shifted immediately.

Before them, Chonglou stood tall in the face of the devastating Blade of Heaven wielded by Gui Cangxing. He remained unyielding, unmoving. In his hand, a sharp weapon materialized in his palm.

The Heaven and Earth Spike!

Jiang HuanYu had entrusted this sacred weapon to Chonglou before the battle began.

Chonglou raised the Heaven and Earth Spike high, and its sacred aura surged outward like a tempestuous wave, overwhelming and unmatched in might! The power of the spike coalesced into beams of divine light before him, interwoven with faint traces of spatial energy.

The heavens trembled, clouds churned, and the earth quaked.

The sacred might of the Heaven and Earth Spike materialized above the sky, forming an awe-inspiring streak of divine radiance stretching tens of thousands of meters. The sheer force of its presence stunned everyone on the battlefield.

From the disciples to high-ranking members like Han Zhao and Gui Cangxing, every member of the Tempest Sect was struck with absolute terror.

“A sacred weapon!!”

“Impossible!!”

“How could the Jiang Dynasty possess such a treasure?!”

Han Zhao’s body trembled, his expression as if he had seen a ghost.

The disciples of the Tempest Sect, along with senior members like Mo Linyi and Ying Yidao, stared at the brilliance of the Heaven and Earth Spike with wide eyes, their faces etched with sheer disbelief and horror.

Gui Cangxing was equally shocked, but retreat was no longer an option.

“Let’s see whose power will reign supreme!” he roared, his face contorted with savage determination.

Gui Cangxing swung the Blade of Heaven with unrelenting force. A devastating blade light capable of shattering the earth cleaved downward, as if splitting the heavens and earth apart.

“Break!” Chonglou’s icy voice rang out. He unleashed the power of the Heaven and Earth Spike, and the divine radiance surged forth, clashing head-on with the blade light.

A deafening explosion erupted as the two forces collided. The resulting shockwaves obliterated streets and buildings in their vicinity.

The overwhelming power left the onlookers breathless, their spirits crushed by the sheer magnitude of the clash.

Yet, the blade light from the Blade of Heaven shattered within two breaths, pierced through by the divine light of Heaven and Earth Spike.

Like an arrow of divine wrath, the sacred radiance shot straight toward Gui Cangxing.

“No!!” Gui Cangxing’s expression shifted drastically to one of fear. He turned to flee, but the power of a sacred weapon left no room for escape.

Shhhht!

Boom!

The divine radiance of the Heaven and Earth Spike tore through Gui Cangxing’s body, leaving a massive, gory hole in his torso. His organs disintegrated entirely.

With a face full of unwillingness and despair, he let out one final, anguished scream.

“No!!!”

“I refuse to accept this!”

But within half a second, his body disintegrated into ash, completely obliterated by the sacred power. Not even a single hair remained.

In the Jade Crystal Palace, Jiang HuanYu watched with a satisfied smile.

The Tempest Sect’s members, witnessing their ancestor’s demise, were stunned into silence. A deathly stillness descended upon their ranks.

Their ancestor… was dead? Truly dead?!

“Retreat!!”

“Fall back immediately!”

Han Zhao was the first to recover, shouting in panic as he attempted to flee.

“Hmph!”

“Think you can escape? Unfortunately, you have no such chance!”

“By His Majesty’s decree, leave none alive!”

“Attack!” commanded Zuo Xuanqi as he drew his sword.

“Kill!!!”

Instantly, Tie Poyun, King Jiang, the Archer God, and others led the Jiang Dynasty’s forces in a merciless onslaught against the Tempest Sect. The Shadow Guards, Divine Slayers, and Golden Guards swept across the battlefield, coldly and ruthlessly harvesting lives.

With Gui Cangxing’s death, the morale of both sides reached an extreme.

The soldiers of the Jiang Dynasty burned with fervor, emboldened by victory, while the Tempest Sect fell into despair, their will to fight utterly shattered.

The Tempest Sect’s disciples scattered, their ranks in complete disarray. Their airships were destroyed one after another by the Archer God’s relentless attacks.

Zuo Xuanqi and Tie Poyun, along with the Shadow Guards and Divine Slayers, mercilessly slaughtered the sect’s elder-level figures.

Han Zhao, trying to flee, was intercepted by Feipeng. The latter’s semi-saintly aura sent Han Zhao flying.

“A semi-saint?! Another one?!”

Han Zhao’s legs nearly gave way beneath him in terror.

A single semi-saint was a rare existence, even among the hegemonic powers of the Northern Domain. Yet the Jiang Dynasty had two!

Desperate, Han Zhao knelt in the air, pleading for mercy.

“Spare me, senior! Please spare my life!”

A dignified Heavenly peak-level, a renowned figure in the Northern Domain, reduced to groveling in abject terror.

But Feipeng paid him no heed.

With a flick of his fingers, a silver blade of energy slashed out, instantly ending Han Zhao’s life and splitting his body in two.

Elsewhere, Mo Linyi and Ying Yidao met their demise at Chonglou’s hands. Their final cries echoed through the air.

The capital of the Jiang Dynasty was awash in blood. The Tempest Sect’s forces were slaughtered like lambs, leaving no survivors. Within the span of mere incense time, the sect was utterly annihilated.

Not a single soul escaped.

Amidst the carnage, Jiang HuanYu issued his orders from the Jade Crystal Palace:

“King Jiang, clear the battlefield. Everyone else, return to the palace.”

“Understood, Your Majesty!”

Two Ice Spirit White Dragons pulled the palace back toward the imperial grounds as Zuo Xuanqi, the Archer God, and others followed. King Jiang led the remaining soldiers to clean up the aftermath.

High above, concealed among the clouds, Han Yunkun and his companions were frozen in shock.

“The Jiang Dynasty… is terrifying,” one of them muttered.

“They have semi-saints! And sacred weapons!!”

“How… how did they rise to such power?!”

Ming Zhenqi spoke, his voice trembling.

“With the Blade of Heaven in their possession, they now hold two sacred weapons. And the Tempest Sect has been utterly crippled. Jiang HuanYu clearly harbors ambitions of unifying the Northern Domain.”

“We need to leave, now!” Gu Junli urged.

But as they turned to leave, a figure cloaked in black appeared before them.

It was Chonglou, the Demon Sovereign!

The trio was startled out of their wits.

“What… what business does Your Excellency have with us?” Gu Junli stammered, his voice trembling with fear.

After all, this was the man who had just slain a semi-saint before their very eyes!