Prince Shun landed on the ruins of Jingtai Hall, and with a wave of his hand, countless luxurious vessels turned to powder, beams flew out one by one.
A moment later, a figure covered in blood and wearing a Dragon Robe appeared before their eyes.
It was indeed a body of flesh and blood.
The blood flowing out seemed very real.
But in the eyes of several Primordial Spirit Masters, it appeared particularly discordant.
The blood at first glance looked genuine, but in essence, it was a condensation of a bit of True Intent of the Void.
It was merely close to the concept of "blood" and not actual blood.
"How dare you mock me?"
Prince Shun was extremely angry.
With a flick of his wrist, he incinerated the corpse of the "Emperor Jingwu" into ashes with a ball of fire.
His mighty Primordial Spirit Divine Sense swept across the depths of the Imperial City, engulfing the entire Imperial City inside and out like a storm, searching frantically.
