Faint moonlight shines on the sand wind. The absolute masters had stopped moving, and only the aftereffects of their martial arts remained.
"……."
Scattering wind and dust swept across the dry air. The dust at times gleamed golden. From the sky, Jeong Yeonshin could clearly see the inside of the gold-tinted sand wind.
The Southern Emperor looking down on the battlefield from the end of the uphill path, and at its very center, the Blade Palm Immortal and the Post-Heaven Vast Immortal who had suppressed the Northern Saber, and even the Snow King and the Beggar King gripping Great Monk Beomheo's arms. The Southern Emperor stood still.
He did not kill Great Monk Beomheo immediately. He wanted something greater. Even if it meant losing what he had already caught.
The Blade Palm Immortal forced a smile. He was standing on the head of the Northern Saber's warhorse.
"It seems you want to kill us all. Emperor of a foreign land, your greed is excessive."
To one side, the Drunken Light Divine Beggar moved his feet as though grinding out a campfire. Astonishingly, colorless flames sparked and vanished repeatedly at the Yongquan Acupoints on his soles. It was as if he kept lighting the fuses of cannonballs.
It was a propulsive shockwave. Jeong Yeonshin nodded. 'South-facing Capable Emperor was a Moon-Piercing Art reminiscent of a heavenly god.