Silence.
A deathly silence.
When that sword light flashed by.
It instantly returned to Fang Yu, making the sword's form utterly indiscernible.
Thud!
The body of the Zhu Prince, like a dead dog, fell to the ground.
Clearly, he had lost all signs of life.
Blood gently flowed from his body.
Spreading out on the marble floor.
Like a worm continually crawling outwards, its scarlet color particularly striking.
His eyes bulged out.
Perhaps even in death, he did not imagine that a dignified Shattering Void Realm cultivator couldn't withstand a single move from a Taoist Saint Realm.
The Zhu Prince perfectly interpreted this idiom—
Dead, without, closing, eyes!
The entire audience was silent as the grave.
The cultivators of the Vermilion Bird Domain were wide-eyed!
The accompanying Elder Council from the Flower Domain was also unable to comprehend this scene. How could a mere Taoist Saint Realm achieve this?
