Divine Court Treasury, Nine-Story Sword Pavilion

The Divine Court had perished.

As soon as Han Muye finished speaking, Daoist Dayan's expression changed.

Because the entire treasure trove of the divine court emitted a sense of oppression, and a chill spread through the space in an instant.

Originally wearing a smile on his face, Zhou Bangyu's expression slowly faded, and a hint of icy killing intent emanated from him.

"Young man, the dignity of the divine court cannot be compromised. Even if you are of noble birth and have a distinguished background, you cannot slander the divine court. As an official—"

Zhou Bangyu's words were cut off as Han Muye spoke again, "The Divine Court is no more."

This time, the hand that Zhou Bangyu had been clasping began to tremble, and his entire body and arms were visibly shaking.

His eyes gradually turned bloodshot as he stared at Han Muye, and behind him, a black scroll slowly unfolded.