Bang!
The holy body of the Office of Peace was nailed—deadly and humiliatingly—onto the gates of the Committee by that single sword. Sacred blood burst into the air and splattered across the ancient doors like crimson rain.
Rumble—!
The aftermath of the strike didn't stop there. The two Peace Envoys of Sun and Moon—both quasi–Sage Lord rank—along with the Seven Guardians of Light and the other surviving powerhouses, were all blasted backward by the residual might. One after another, they spat sacred blood, their auras collapsing into weakness.
"How is that possible?!"
"You've got to be joking— a quasi–Sage Master… instant-killed?!"
"He isn't even a Sage Master yet, and he can do this…?! That's beyond terrifying!"
Even a distant Sage Lord on the battlefield of the Devers Divine Empire lost composure and cried out in disbelief.
