The murky figure slowly began to emerge as the dust settled.
"My God! It's An Lin! He didn't fall!"
Some of the students were already letting loose cries of surprise.
That's right, in the aftermath of the final battle, there was one man left standing.
An Lin's clothes had been incinerated away by the Holy Flames, revealing his well-built, yet charred body, along with a light wound on his chest.
Even after facing the terrifying attack he had faced, he still stood like an invincible War God.
An Lin made his way forward and looked down at the slightly disheveled woman in the jade dress, who was lying on the ground with the golden defensive barrier already encapsulating her body.
Both of them exchanged smiles.
"Well fought." An Lin cupped his fists.
A vibrant smile appeared on Xu Xiaolan's face. "As expected of the super Demon King of this trial, you really are impressive."
