Muri Shengkai was dead.
He had died just like that, in a rather unceremonious fashion.
The death of a prodigy—one who could have been called a young Great Saint—in such a bizarre manner immediately sparked widespread discussion throughout the Xuanzhiyu.
Factions everywhere were astonished, finding it difficult to believe.
「Fanliu Blessed Land.」
A gentle breeze blew, and the willows fluttered.
Beneath a willow tree, Sen Wei's Dragon Robe billowed in the wind.
At that moment, Sen Wei was speechless. She casually caught a falling leaf in her hand.
"Sister, did that Shengkai fellow really die just like that?" A flicker of disbelief crossed Sen Hui's stunningly beautiful face.
Sen Wei sighed softly. "He is indeed dead. No one could have imagined the Autumn Cicada's Cosmic Dao Divine Techniques would be so powerful. It directly stripped Shengkai of his True Blood of the Vermilion Bird..."
