The world fell into silence.
It was not until a bloody rain cascaded down from the sky that everyone snapped back to their senses.
The heavens mourned!
A saint had fallen!
This signaled the complete demise of Fang Tianhua, with no possibility of survival; otherwise, such a mourning anomaly of heaven and earth, with the falling blood rain, would not occur.
Hiss!
Someone took a sharp breath, wiping the blood off their face: "Is this, is this real?"
"How did he do it? I didn't even see how he made his move, how did Vice Sect Hierarch Fang just die?"
"He..."
Situ Jun took a deep breath, his sharp eyes filled with shock and gravity, "He struck with a sword at the critical moment!"
"What?"
"Just one sword? Instantly killed a Semi-Saint holding a Saint King weapon?"
Everyone was utterly bewildered.
In the void.
Xiao Yi waved his hand, and a world of flames surged, consuming Fang Tianhua's corpse, burning it into ashes.
