The sword light rose again, followed by sword fire, and the Dragon-Slaying Sword once more clashed with the divine emperor’s authority.

This time, the gray flames no longer slowly gnawed away, but transformed into a hungry and greedy ancient beast, instantly engulfing the entire golden divine sword.

The sizzling, ear-piercing burning sound continued incessantly. The golden divine runes, passed down for tens of thousands of years, rapidly turned black, twisted, and shattered, while the divine essence emitted a mournful cry.

The divine power accumulated within the artifact over countless ages was stripped away and burned away layer by layer by the chaotic flames.

For the first time, Jin Wuhao’s ever-present composure shattered completely, and a deep-seated terror welled up in his eyes.

He clearly sensed that as the divine runes shattered, his connection with the divine realm was being forcibly severed, the foundation of his natal artifact was destroyed, and his Dao fruit was shaken and trembling.

“Stop!! Get out of my way!”