"How could this be?"
"This is the Lihuo Furnace God, an Innate Treasure! To think it was shattered barehanded?"
"What kind of monster is this? Even a Supreme One would struggle to shatter an Innate Treasure—could he possibly possess strength comparable to a Supreme One?"
"His physical body is too terrifying!"
…
Over a thousand Demon Emperors materialized from the void, their eyes wide with shock. They bore various injuries and looked somewhat disheveled.
Inside the Golden Chariot, Hongmeng remained seated, one arm still around Zhan Lianxue. His expression was calm and serene, as if he were merely enjoying a gentle breeze and light clouds. It was as if what he had shattered was not a top-grade Innate Treasure, but mere scrap metal.
At this very moment, the power Zhan Lianxue had just mustered had somehow dissipated completely, and her entire body went limp. She gazed at Hongmeng, her beautiful eyes brimming with infatuation, admiration, and adoration.
