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

Xiangling's voice suddenly rose, carrying a sense of awe and fervor that came from the depths of her soul.

"The Blood Nether Holy Land was destroyed by Brother Ye Feng!"

These words, like a thunderclap from the heavens, exploded in everyone's mind!

Lei Qianjun's laughter stopped abruptly, and he froze on the spot.

All the elders' mouths were agape in an "O" shape, large enough to fit a fist.

The thoughts of tens of thousands of disciples came to a complete standstill at this moment.

What...what did they hear?

That seemingly drunken, nonchalant young man, whom the Grand Elder rebuked as an "outsider"... destroyed an Immortal Holy Land?

This is more absurd than a fairy tale!

Xiangling gave them no time to think. Her chest heaved, as if she were venting the shock that had not yet subsided. Her voice echoed in the sky above the Holy Land of Ten Thousand Thunders.

"Blood Nether Saint Lord, Blood Qianqiu, a God-King Realm cultivator, was killed by Brother Ye Feng with a single sword strike, his body and soul annihilated!"

"The entire Blood Nether Holy Land, along with its vast territory spanning billions of miles, was leveled to the ground by Brother Ye Feng's sword, completely wiped off the earth!"

boom!

If the first sentence was a thunderclap, then these two sentences were a celestial calamity powerful enough to destroy stars!

"One...one sword?"

Elder Lei Qianjun's lips trembled, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth.

His once dignified old face was now completely drained of color, turning as pale as paper.

He recalled the terrifying fluctuations that had emanated from the heavens and earth not long ago, which had made even him tremble with fear.

Is it...

"Impossible! This is absolutely impossible!"

An elder screamed in disbelief; he could not accept this fact, which had completely overturned his understanding of the world.

"How could a Divine King Realm cultivator possibly destroy an Immortal Holy Land with a single sword strike! What about the Holy Land's grand formation? What about its guardian beasts? What about its venerable ancestors?"

Xiangling's gaze fell on the elder, with a hint of pity in it.

"Under my elder brother's sword, everything is meaningless."

Her words provided the most horrifying commentary on this shocking massacre of an entire family.

In an instant, everyone's gaze was drawn to Ye Feng.

Those gazes contained shock, fear, fanaticism, worship, and, most profoundly... disbelief.

They finally understood that Xiangling had brought back neither a troublemaker nor an ally.

She brought back a...god!

A deity who walks among humans, capable of easily ruling over the lives and deaths of all of them, and even the entire star field!

Just now, their Grand Elder of the Ten Thousand Thunder Holy Land actually rebuked this god in public.

Thinking of this, countless sympathetic gazes fell upon Elder Lei Qianjun.

Lei Qianjun felt a chill run from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head, and his blood almost froze.

He looked at the young man who was still tilting his head back and chugging wine, but the other man didn't even give him a second glance.

That complete disregard terrified him more than any fierce killing intent!

He wasn't belittling himself.

He... didn't take himself, or even the entire Ten Thousand Thunder Holy Land, seriously at all!

Before such a majestic being, his righteous and eloquent rebuke just now was like an ant barking at a divine dragon in the heavens.

How ridiculous!

How...foolish!

"Gudong."

Ye Feng took another big gulp of wine, let out a comfortable burp, and his cloudy eyes were half-open and half-closed, seemingly oblivious to the awe-inspiring sight of the surrounding mountains collapsing and tsunamis.

But the more casual he acted, the more unfathomable and terrifying he appeared in the eyes of others.

Lei Qianjun's legs began to tremble uncontrollably. He wanted to say something to make amends, but found that his throat felt like it was blocked with cotton, and he couldn't utter a single word.

The entire Wanlei Holy Land, with its tens of thousands of elders and disciples, was now rendered speechless.

They stared intently at the young man drinking by himself with an almost reverent gaze.