Ming Yue Immortal's eyes revealed a trace of disbelief.
She still had many spells she hadn't cast, many secret techniques she hadn't used, and she hadn't even drawn her aberrant weapon; was she really about to be defeated here?
With an unwilling look in her eyes and a flash of red light, Ming Yue Immortal scattered into a pool of broken flesh, and the whole world seemed to fall silent for a moment.
Below the arena, countless people stared dumbfounded at this scene, their minds seemingly plunged into a void.
In the five great cities, all sorts of workers, students, teachers, and cultivators widened their eyes, watching the projection in the sky.
At this moment, billions of humans witnessed that epoch-making event, the representation of the highest martial might in the world, the ruling class of the Heavenly Court, an existence countless humans longed for, worshipped, and feared.
An Immortal, actually slain by a mortal.
