Desolate World.
Yu Xiong and the others looked up at the starry void, as if turned to statues, dumbstruck.
They felt a chill rising from their spine, rushing straight to their crown, rendering their whole bodies numb.
"How is this possible!"
"Why could Emperor Lu not withstand even a single blow from Celestial Emperor Qianyuan?"
All the strong entities of the Desolate World were aghast, exclaiming in disbelief.
One must know that Lu Yuan's emergence was like a comet swiftly rising.
Since his advent, he never experienced defeat.
With his sword, he cleaved the heavens, severed the connections to the Celestial Court, inherited the Celestial Emperor's legacy, obliterated the Great Court Dynasty, and single-handedly faced the million-strong Celestial Army…
These glorious feats were so dazzling and striking that Lu Yuan had already become a living legend.
It can be said.
All the strong entities of the Desolate World who witnessed Lu Yuan's rise had long revered him as a god.
