The scream pierced through the sky.
Then, there was a dead silence.
The entire world was so quiet that not even a single sound could be heard.
At this moment, time seemed to have frozen. Everyone was frozen there like a wooden statue, their faces full of dull expressions.
Their gazes were all focused on one spot.
There was only a pile of ashes.
A moment ago, the ashes were clearly a living person, a living seven-tribulation Saint with more than 40 drops of immortal blood, the sect master of the Qing Yuan sect, a powerful figure!
Such an expert had been killed in front of them. Even his primordial spirit couldn't escape. His soul had been destroyed and his body had disappeared.
'How ... How is this possible?'
How could such an old monster die so easily?
In Pangu, it had been many years since a seventh tribulation had fallen, let alone an expert like the sect master of the Qingyuan sect.
