Above the high skies, as Fang Jue's furious shout echoed, an immense cyan palm print thousands of feet wide roared down, enveloping the entire Wushuang Divine Palace with overwhelming might.
The ferocious momentum instilled despair among the people of the Wushuang Divine Palace.
"Such terrifying power, can Dust Young Master withstand it?"
"The Seven-Star Divine Monarch is too fearsome. If Dust Young Master can't hold on, we'll all die."
"Don't worry, Dust Young Master hasn't used his Divine Sword yet."
"Yes, there's still hope for us."
The people of Wushuang Divine Palace were terrified to their core, their faces pale, bodies trembling, yet they still held a sliver of hope for Feng Wuchen.
It's not that the people of Wushuang Divine Palace didn't believe in Feng Wuchen, nor was Feng Wuchen's combat strength weak, but Fang Jue's power was too overwhelming.
In the face of absolute power, no one can do anything.
"Annihilation Dragon God Palm!"
