The entire place fell silent.
The main gate of the Celestial Pavilion had been completely destroyed, a long and wide passage scorched by the Flame Rule.
The passage extended far into the Immortal City below, burning a deep, giant pit into it.
This was already Brother Cheng controlling himself.
Otherwise, under his tenfold critical strike, the Celestial Pavilion would have long ceased to exist.
Yet even so, the dozen or so Demon Venerables of the Ghost Alliance who followed Meng Qin inside all fell in that one strike just now.
They had no power to resist.
That single strike left them no chance to escape.
Brother Cheng, not caring about anyone else's gaze, immediately drew the Treasure Light Sword into his hand.
"Seems like your Immortal Sword isn't that powerful."
"With this broken sword, you want to make a deal with me?"
After saying this, he calmly stored the sword into his ring without a hint of embarrassment.
