Dongyang Fengchen wasn’t even aware of what had happened inside the crystal coffin. All he heard was Tianming saying that he was going to send him on his way. What a ridiculous sentence. However, Dongyang Fengchen remained silent, his face as cold as frost, and he even said nothing.

Anyone familiar with him knew that this was him in his most enraged state. Although he wasn’t the autarch, the crown prince’s anger would result in the death of a hundred thousand, wouldn’t it?

Bai Xiaozhu and the others watched in awe as a black sword appeared in Dongyang Fengchen's hands. It was embedded with nine dark green gems that almost resembled gloomy and ferocious eyes.

There were nine saintly heavenly patterns on every gem, giving it a total of eighty-one saintly heavenly patterns. Although it wasn’t as powerful as the Crimsonblood Galaxy or the Three-Thousand Starfield, it was considered the top weapon in the Divine Capital. Most elders wouldn’t even own such a weapon.

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