The entire Wanglong Mountain was deathly silent, eerily quiet.
Even though billions of people gathered here, even though men and women, the old and young, were all present, no one dared to speak. All were hushed, holding their breaths in tense anticipation.
Ying Yuluo!
Ying Ji!
A peerless genius of the Ying Family!
A powerful Golden God!
Such identities are undeniably noble, their status undeniably esteemed. Yet, just now, they were both burned alive by the ancestor.
Without the slightest hesitation, without the slightest mercy!
In that moment, everyone felt the rigor of this judgment, the will and determination of the ancestor. This is no joke, no mere formality, but a true judgment, a real punishment!
Even Ying Zheng, Ying Xi, Ying Lie, the children of Ying Yue, and Ying Xue, Ying Guang, Ying Yang, Ying De, Ying Yao, the grandchildren of Ying Yue, felt Ying Yue's resolve and dared not breathe loudly!
