High above in the sky.
The thunder tribulation, once dense and oppressive, gradually faded, then faded even more.
Rolling black clouds transformed into wisps of thin blue smoke, dispersing continuously backward.
The entire Nine Peaks of Ziwei had inexplicably become a dead silence.
Countless people stared blankly at the mountain peak where Chen Zhixing had fallen, silent yet deafening!
Emperor Xuanhua!
Grandmaster Lvu!
Prince of the North!!
Any one of these three could stand proud in the universe, reigning supreme in a golden era, unrivaled in combat!
Yet, these three maestros, legendary in history, were annihilated by Chen Zhixing when they joined forces!!
"Monstrous, a calamity unseen for eons!"
An elder spoke slowly after a long silence, word by word.
More people opened their mouths, uncertain of what to say.
The triumph was so defiant that no words remained in the world to adequately describe the Third Young Master Ziwei.
