The will of tens of thousands of soldiers all gathered onto Yun Jinghuai alone.
In Great Zhou, only Yun Jinghuai could command such unity.
Because his prestige within the army was unmatched.
One could even say—
To the soldiers of Great Zhou, even gods were not held above the Marquis Champion.
In the next moment—
Yun Jinghuai thrust his spear.
This was the spear of tens of thousands as one.
At that instant—
The violet-haired man had already been suppressed by Yun Liyue's sword strike.
Though he was a god, he was only at the Insight God stage. How could he resist while being crushed by the fortune of Great Zhou?
Then Yun Jinghuai's spear pierced through his body.
The terrifying force of the spear exploded inside him.
At the same time, he could no longer withstand Yun Liyue's sword.
Sword qi fell upon him.
In the blink of an eye, his body was covered with countless cracks.
Boom!
"Crown Prince!"
Yun Jinghuai shouted.
The violet-haired man had been pressed to his very limits. All it needed was a final straw to break him.
And Yang Cheng was still there.
Yang Cheng struck without hesitation.
A river of blood-colored swords surged straight toward the violet-haired man.
But at that moment, a mysterious power flared around the god's body.
A domain of thunder!
It was his Thunder Domain.
"To kill me, you're not worthy!"
The violet-haired man snarled.
Yang Cheng's Golden Crow Wings flapped as he soared right before him.
His pupils suddenly transformed into dual pupils.
In that instant, he saw through the Thunder Domain.
The violet-haired man's face froze in horror. "You…"
Crash!
The river of blood swords shattered into countless streams of sword qi, striking with lightning speed at the domain.
The Thunder Domain was pierced through in a heartbeat.
Then—
A head flew off.
The violet-haired man was beheaded.
A flood of violet blood rained down on the earth.
In an instant, the ground burned with charred scars.
Just a single drop of his blood could easily crush a massive boulder.
The god's head tumbled down Old Yin Mountain.
As it rolled, the mountain collapsed again and again.
Strangely, the collapsing mountain made no sound.
Silence.
Heaven and earth.
The hundreds of thousands gathered near Old Yin Mountain.
All fell into dead silence.
Crash!
Suddenly, rain poured from the heavens.
But this was a rain of blood.
And still, it made no sound.
Countless people struggled to breathe, as though their hearts were being gripped tight.
A god had fallen.
They had just witnessed an epic battle of godfall.
In the Wasteland Realm, most people never even glimpsed a god.
For almost everyone here, this was their first time seeing one.
But today, not only had they seen a god—
They had seen a god die.
The Marquis Champion Yun Jinghuai and the Empress Yun Liyue struck together, gravely wounding the god.
In the end, the Crown Prince Yang Cheng delivered the finishing blow.
After barely more than ten breaths,
The army of Great Zhou erupted.
The world suddenly regained its sound.
Everything came alive again.
"Long live the Empress!"
"Marquis Champion, wise and mighty!"
"The Crown Prince, peerless under heaven!"
Cheers.
Excitement.
Frenzy.
The hearts of every soldier of Great Zhou burned hot.
They roared and cheered, venting their emotions without restraint.
"Great Zhou's Empress!"
"Great Zhou's Marquis Champion!"
"Great Zhou's Crown Prince!"
As for the cultivators of other nations, they could only feel a deep, crushing powerlessness.
Before this, most had never even known that the Empress of Great Zhou was also a Martial Sovereign.
And seeing her strength now, Yun Liyue was in no way weaker than the Marquis Champion.
The Marquis Champion went without saying—his name had long shaken the world.
But today, the Crown Prince of Great Zhou shone even brighter.
Was heaven truly favoring Great Zhou like this?
With three such figures standing guard over Great Zhou, no one could imagine how their own nations would ever contend with it.
Some cultivators didn't even care about national lines anymore. They simply joined in the cheers.
Su Lingchen finally breathed his last.
He had still been hoping the true god would save him.
But now that even the god himself had fallen, all hope was gone, and he died in despair.
At this point, no one cared about his fate.
Compared to a true god, his life meant nothing.
"The true god… has fallen."
Qin Wuya was stunned, unable to believe it was real.
"This is no illusion," said Liang Hong.
"The power of the imperial clan… it's terrifying!"
Several Martial Sovereigns broke into cold sweat.
Before, they had believed the current imperial clan ruled Great Zhou only because of the support of the great clans.
They thought that if the clans ever turned against the throne, the dynasty would surely collapse.
Because of this, many Martial Sovereigns had firmly stood with the clans.
Between the clans and the imperial clan, they had chosen the clans and opposed the throne.
Now, they felt nothing but chills.
It was fortunate the clans and the throne had always maintained a tacit balance, never going to war.
If they really had, and they had sided with the clans, wouldn't that have meant their doom?
To think the throne ruled only with the clans' backing—that was sheer stupidity.
They didn't know about the rest of the imperial clan.
But even from just a glimpse—
Seeing the Empress, the Marquis Champion, and the Crown Prince was enough to know the imperial clan was far more terrifying than they ever imagined.
Yet, they were still mistaken.
The reason Yun Liyue, Yun Jinghuai, and Yang Cheng were so powerful was entirely because of Yang Cheng.
In his past life, Yun Jinghuai had long been dead by this time.
Yun Liyue had spent all her strength running herself ragged for Yang Cheng, with no heart left for cultivation, and her martial path withered.
Their talent was great, but talent needed time to transform into strength. Even without setbacks, it would have taken far longer.
It was Yang Cheng's countless divine treasures that had pushed their power to such terrifying heights.
As for the rest of the imperial clan, they truly were weak.
Even in the past life, when the throne had Yang Xiu, the so-called Heaven's Mandate Emperor, they still couldn't escape the clans' grip.
"Your son greets Mother."
Yang Cheng bowed to Yun Liyue.
Seeing her now, radiating the majestic aura of a phoenix, so different from the haggard woman she became in his past life, Yang Cheng felt nothing but joy and relief.
Yun Liyue and Yun Jinghuai descended from the sky.
"Cheng'er, the wider situation outside—leave it to you," Yun Liyue said.
She didn't overstep.
She was the Empress. Her duty was to guard the harem, not to seize authority.
Yang Cheng was the Crown Prince. Letting him build merit and stabilize the chaos was invaluable for him.
"Yes. Once I settle the unrest, I'll return to pay respects to Mother," Yang Cheng replied.
After that, Great Zhou launched a counterattack against the Great Zhao army.
The Great Zhao forces collapsed in an instant.
In their eyes, Yang Cheng was already a god.
How could mortals fight a god?
Yet Yang Cheng didn't seek to capture cities or expand territories.
That held little meaning for him now.
Soon after, Yang Cheng went to meet Yun Liyue.
At the same time—
The storm of this battle spread across the world.
On Old Yin Mountain, Yang Cheng had cut down Su Lingchen with his sword.
That news alone was enough to shake the world.
All nations were shaken.
"The Crown Prince of Great Zhou?"
"I heard he's only 11 years old."
"Su Lingchen was the peak Martial Sovereign of the Azure Jade Realm, and he was slain just like that? It's hard to believe."
"But it's true. Hundreds of thousands witnessed it with their own eyes."
Everywhere, similar voices of disbelief and awe rose.