The twelve Venerables of Xuanxu were sent flying backward for fifty to sixty miles before finally crashing into the desolate earth, carving twelve long ravines as they skidded, with dust billowing into the air.
They lay in the dirt, their faces covered with fresh blood, looking at Kong Xuan in the distant clouds with horror.
"How is this possible..."
The Great Venerable's body trembled, feeling as if his internal organs had been shattered, unbearably painful.
The other eleven Venerables were even more terrified.
None of them could react to what had just happened.
"Ssss—so strong!"
"They're the ones who can suppress the Demon Emperor, yet they have no power to fight back against this formidable being called Kong Xuan!"
"Kong Xuan? Why have I never heard of him before?"
"Where on earth did the Holy Emperor of Qin get so many helpers?"
"Are you dumb? The Holy Emperor of Qin is Ji Yongsheng. Surely these powerful beings must be from the Holy Court."