A while ago.
When An Jing single-handedly defeated a coalition of many Heaven's Chosen, establishing himself as an invincible force among the young generation.
On the other side of the Zhaolin Realm, a tempest was also raging.
Above the ruins of the secret realm of the Xuanming Spirit Swamp, two figures swiftly flew over the parched marshlands, arriving beside a corpse in the center.
"Isn't this Fa Zichen from Star-Picking Mountain?"
Seeing the corpse, Ming Heguang, holding a wine gourd, took a fierce swig, the spicy liquid unable to suppress the shock in his heart: "I thought he went to gang up on my monstrous junior uncle, how could he die in a place like this?"
He became alert, as would anyone, if one of the most powerful of the young generation in the current era of the Huai Xu was quietly killed here, it implies that within the Zhaolin Realm, besides An Jing, anyone could face the same fate in the next instant!
"Wait, something's not right!"
