The Xuanming Domain atop the ninth pillar had completely faded away.
The Xuanming Holy Son lay sprawled on the round platform, body charred black and wreathed in smoke, looking utterly drained—like a roasted turtle, with not a trace of holy son dignity left.
Up on the giant tortoise, Xuan Ye watched all this without any change in expression; after all, with so many external factions present, keeping up one's composure was essential.
But the shadow in his eyes and the subtle trembling of his fingers showed just how furious this prince of the Xuanwu Divine Dynasty really was, and just how foul his mood had become.
Didn't even manage to land a hit!
And already got beaten to this sorry state.
And right from the start, he'd thrown arrogant words at Mu Fusheng, like "You absolutely can't break my defense."
So, what happened?
Just two attacks, and he was flattened like a dead dog on the floor.
