"As expected of the Martial Alliance!"
The onlooking martial artists all revealed looks of envy. The martial tomes they might fight their whole lives and never obtain seemed to be commonplace within the Martial Alliance.
Their sighs had barely formed before they were replaced by silence. Because Lin Mu's Deicide Palm had already descended.
Under Deicide, all else was illusion.
Under the Deicide Palm, the dazzling array of martial techniques vanished like smoke, shattering one after another.
Wails.
Screams.
Struggles.
Despair.
Indignation.
After the palm imprint fell, all of it turned to nothingness.
Beside Changbai Mountain's Heavenly Lake, only a giant palm imprint remained. All the Martial Alliance Elders within it had met a tragic end. Even Zhu Feng couldn't struggle for another moment.
In the face of Lin Mu's absolute divine might, cultivators of External Strength, Inner Strength, and even Grandmasters were all nothing but ants.
