No one would have thought that a magic treasure that the previous dynasty had spent hundreds of years refining would be shattered just like that.
The first Prince's heart was bleeding. This was his trump card. Once it was used, it would be easy to kill the eighteen transformations of the Golden Core. The incinerator was too overbearing, so overbearing that people could not resist it.
He originally thought that by relying on the incinerator, he could defeat Ye Sheng and resolve this crisis.
But now, everything was over.
He was mad with hatred, but Ye Sheng's strength pressed down on him, making it difficult for him to breathe.
The moonlight was bright, the starry sky was vast, and the night wind was blowing, making the first Prince's head hurt. The situation was no longer under his control.
The people of the various sects were eyeing him like a tiger eyeing its prey. They did not want to wait any longer.