Investing in the Empress's junior sister, she broke through her defenses after comparison.

Even the usually aloof Bing Xian'er had a storm brewing in her beautiful phoenix eyes!

The Ancestral Phoenix Sword at her waist was humming loudly in its sheath, not out of fear, but out of excitement and trepidation at meeting a worthy opponent!

This sword... is incredibly powerful!

So powerful that even she, the reincarnated empress, was moved by it!

"Thunder... Thunder Emperor Sword..."

Xiangling's pretty face was already filled with horror. She murmured to herself, her voice trembling as if in a dream.

"It really is that sword... Brother Ye Feng, he really took out that forbidden sword from the Eternal Thunder Pool!"

The several Supreme Elders of the Ten Thousand Thunder Holy Land behind her fell directly down from the air, staring in horror at the Thunder Divine Sword hanging in the sky, their bodies trembling uncontrollably.

Finished!

Only these two words remained in their minds.

They originally thought the Blood God Cauldron was terrifying, but now compared to the Thunder Emperor Sword, the Blood God Cauldron was as docile as a kitten!

As the direct recipient of this terrifying pressure, Xue Qianqiu's reaction was extremely disheveled.

"puff--!"

Before he could even react, his mind was completely overwhelmed by the pure imperial might, and he coughed up a mouthful of blood!

The arrogant smile on his face had frozen, replaced by a look of horror and bewilderment as if he had seen a ghost.

"No...impossible..."

He stared blankly at the purple-gold divine sword, feeling the mournful cries and fear emanating from his Blood God Cauldron, and he felt his very soul trembling.

What it is?

What level of weapon is that?

Why... why did his divine weapon bow down in submission just because of his aura?!

His prized Blood God Cauldron, which had slaughtered hundreds of gods, didn't even have the courage to raise its head in front of this sword!

The hundreds of elders and disciples of the Blood Nether Holy Land behind him were in an even more miserable state.

Those with slightly weaker strength were instantly crushed by the imperial might, their souls shattered, turning into empty shells that fell from the sky.

Those who were lucky enough to survive all knelt on the ground, prostrating themselves, unable to even muster the slightest thought of resistance.

The so-called overwhelming killing intent and fanatical worship are nothing but a huge joke in the face of absolute, overwhelming power!

Ye Feng, holding a wine gourd, stood quietly in the void.

The Thunder Emperor Sword, exuding an aura of world destruction, hovered beside him, its purple-gold lightning illuminating his face, which wore a lazy smile.

He stopped looking at the ants and turned his gaze back to Xue Qianqiu.

In those otherwise calm eyes, a hint of amusement lingered.

He gently raised his hand and flicked his finger on the rusty scabbard.

"when."

The crisp sound seemed particularly jarring in the deathly silence of the world.

Ye Feng looked at Xue Qianqiu, whose face was ashen, grinned, and revealed a set of white teeth.

"Now, do you still think your pot... is big enough to make soup?"

That casual rhetorical question was like an invisible slap, landing hard on Xue Qianqiu's face.

The color drained from his face at a visible speed, turning him deathly pale.

stew?

His Blood God Cauldron, that supreme weapon that had drunk the blood of hundreds of gods and devoured countless souls, was now trembling under the imperial might of that purple-gold divine sword, unable to even emit a trace of blood light.

Forget about making soup, it's just a broken pot that's been scared out of its wits!

Fear, an unprecedented fear, like an icy tide, instantly overwhelmed Xue Qianqiu's mind.

He had roamed the world for thousands of years, killing countless people, and had long since disregarded life and death. But at this moment, facing that sword and that lazy drunkard, he felt a long-lost tremor from the deepest part of his soul!

That is not fear of death, but the instinctive submission of inferior life forms when facing a supreme ruler!