At the foot of the Holy Mountain, on the Martial Training Field, at this moment, among the more than a billion Martial Cultivators watching, the vast majority suddenly turned pale; they only felt their ears go numb and tingling, their eardrums torn, and they couldn't hear a thing.
And this was with a Minor Thousand Worlds in between them!
You could imagine just how terrifying that sound truly was.
Of course, it wasn't just the sound that was terrifying. In the eyes of tens of billions of Martial Cultivators, a streak of bright white Sword Light, as fine as a hair-thin white thread, flashed and disappeared, colliding with the Saint Emperor Seal.
At the instant of contact, the endless golden radiance that had filled that Minor Thousand Worlds suddenly went dark, like candles blown out by the wind.
