The Divine Palm enveloped the sky, exuding an extrely terrifying aura. Just sensing it slightly, the three Barbarian Gods were instantly shocked, feeling their entire bodies trembling.
Previously, they had so understanding of the Earth Immortal’s power behind Chen Yuan, but assud that there were so trump cards within the Royal Court that could resist.
Yet now, when it truly erupted, they realized they had thought too much. Such an Earth Immortal’s power was indeed not sothing they could match.
Without any hesitation, a thought simultaneously arose in the hearts of the three Barbarian Gods.
"Retreat!!!"
Of course, before leaving, the ans they had prepared also needed to be displayed. Every Barbarian God’s body instantly emitted a magnificent radiance.
That was the national fate of the Royal Court.
The three rays of light rged into one, transforming into a Heavenly Pass barrier, blocking everyone in front. The next mont, the three Barbarian Gods simultaneously tore the void and turned to leave.
However, the barrier they imagined could hinder the Earth Immortal’s power proved vulnerable under the giant palm that covered the sky, shattering like a fragile mirror upon contact.
Transforming into a cluster of brilliant fireworks, presenting before everyone.
Facing the fleeing three Barbarian Gods, the giant palm did not pause, but also tore through the void and chased directly.
The sudden change shocked everyone, as if ti had frozen at this mont. No one expected that in such a short mont, the situation could turn upside down.
Simply.... unimaginable.
The old Heavenly Master from Wudang Mountain, leaning on the True Martial Sword, laughed out loud, feeling extrely elated. As powerful as the three Barbarian Gods were, they were ultimately just so.
Not daring to face directly, rely sensing the aura, they imdiately fled.
"Retreat!"
The hasty escape of the Barbarian Gods also shocked the powerful from the Northern Barbarian Prairie. Filled with imnse fear and without much hesitance, they directly issued the retreat command.
The majority of Northern Barbarian Martial Artists were terrified by the giant palm, and upon hearing the retreat command from their leaders, they fled without any hesitation.
The originally assembled formations and arrays collapsed instantly, like retreating tides, fleeing toward the rear without any order.
"Amitabha...."
Moluo breathed a sigh of relief, finally feeling the stone in his heart drop, but also feeling endless exhaustion pervading his spirit.
At the sa ti, his heart was shrouded in a shadow.
Just a Northern Barbarian Prairie caused him such pressure. How many terrible Immortals would descend if the Immortal Domain arrived?
Can Chen Yuan withstand?
"Hahaha, kill all these barbarians!"
The old Heavenly Master, having reached his limit, revived with vigor and full of energy, feeling restored to his peak state, directly lifted the True Martial Immortal Sword and chased after.
Heavy slaughter harms cultivation, but killing those Yang Transformation strongn of the three Great Royal Courts poses no problem.
The Princely Heir of King of Beiliang, Wei Wuque, struggled to stand, raising Wei Jinfeng’s royal flag, shouted fiercely with all his strength:
"Under King of Beiliang’s decree, today.... do not sheath your blades!"
"Kill!"
"Kill!"
"Kill!"
The remaining third of the Beiliang Army, seeing the corpses of their comrades strewn across the ground, felt a surge of anger, rushing to their heads, entirely ignoring their own exhaustion and weakness.
Flags were raised, the Sword Sect City Gate opened, and one by one, they rode swiftly, charging towards the fleeing Northern Barbarian army.
On this day, dozens of miles outside Sword Sect Pass were stained red with blood.
On this day, grievances arose, and slaughter shook the heavens.
On this day, corpses covered the ground, heads rolled....
.....
By noon, the scorching sunlight fell upon the world, warming all inside Sword Sect Pass, yet no one cared about such fine weather, nor did anyone lounge in chairs to bask in the sun.
Only a pervasive bleakness filled Sword Sect Pass.
The remaining Beiliang soldiers, carrying their comrades’ bodies, neatly laid them together. Outside, the Northern Barbarian bodies were piled, burning.
The sll of roasted at continuously filled the soldiers’ nostrils, but none were intoxicated; instead, they felt nauseated because it was human flesh.
King Liang Wei Jinfeng’s body was covered with Beiliang Army’s banner, and Princely Heir Wei Wuque knelt beside him, staring blankly at this scene. The grief had long passed, yet he still felt a deep-seated sorrow emanating from his heart.
Moluo stood by, calmly reciting the scripture for the departed.
The void twisted, forming an invisible portal as the white-haired, immortal-like Lu Chengfeng stepped through, holding a head.
The head of Zhu Ming Barbarian God from Ancient Wind Royal Court.
He threw it onto the ground, rolling beside Wei Jinfeng’s corpse like a ball.
This ti, his anger was real, and he used his true power, intending to settle the three Barbarian Gods once and for all.
Unfortunately, those three had so ans, with great foundations, causing considerable trouble, and ultimately they fled in different directions, escaping his pursuit.
He could only suppress the most offensive one on the spot; as for the other two, their whereabouts were unknown, so he had to return.
"Thank you, senior, for your help today."
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