With a mere thought from Chu Sheng, the twelve stone statues exuding a primordial aura transformed into streaks of light and receded back into the grotto-heaven vortex behind him.
The rain of blood from the sky had ceased, and the fleshy remains of the Half-Step Emperor Realm experts had completely vanished.
But the cloying stench of blood, along with the residual aura of destruction from the clash of Law, still hung like an invisible dark cloud, blanketing the sky above Capital City University.
Below, a dead silence reigned.
Sun Deming and the other teachers from Jing University were utterly dumbfounded, frozen like statues.
They had just witnessed history in the making.
A top-tier Noble Family with a legacy spanning centuries, a behemoth that held immense sway in Great Xia, had just… been utterly annihilated by a mosquito, in broad daylight.
