"How can this be?"
"What in the world is happening?"
Cultivators from the Eight States felt a chill creeping up their spines, their eyes filled with incredulous disbelief.
They simply couldn't accept that Wu Qilong was struck to death by purple Divine Thunder.
Why, when they were both in mid-air, was their person the one struck by lightning?
Yet Wan Jie remained unharmed, as if assisted by divine forces.
This left everyone sensing an eerie and ominous atmosphere.
Today's events were too bizarre and extraordinary, making it hard for them to accept.
Moreover, losing two Golden Core Peak Experts consecutively had dealt a fatal blow to their morale.
Xu Canghai floated in mid-air, standing on a longsword, his green robe fluttering loudly. He held one hand behind him, a faintly indifferent expression on his face: "Do you know why this is happening?"
"The reason is simple."
"We Qingzhou Cultivators have the advantage of timing, terrain, and unity."
"This is fate."
