The moment the Xuanyuan Sword broke through the air, the entire Nanzhan continent began to boil. Nine phantoms of ten thousand-foot-long ancestral dragons rushed out from the underground of Chang'an City, and they actually lowered their humble heads in the direction of the East Palace. The pearl on Li Shimin's crown crackled and exploded, and he watched the holy sword engraved with the sun, moon and stars sink into Nizi's palm with a soft cry.
"Impossible!" There was a strange sound in the emperor's throat, "Only the benevolent master of the holy sword can..." The words were stuck in the middle - Li Chengqian waved his hand casually, and the aftermath of the sword edge crushed the severed head of the Jinghe Dragon King into ashes, and all the water curses on the people on the river bank were dissipated.
The Kongtong Seal emerged from the void, and the remaining pages of the List of Gods burned with the wails of heaven and merged into the seal. Cheng Yaojin and other generals suddenly knelt down in front of the prince, the war spirits sleeping in their blood roaring. Fang Xuanling was horrified to find that his prime minister's official robe was fading, and the red sandalwood tablets were covered with cracks - this was a sign that humanity would become easier!
