Chapter Six Hundred and Forty-Eight
For a moment,
countless onlookers came forward one after another, showing a reverence akin to that reserved for heavenly beings, folding their hands in congratulations.
Before the battle, nobody had imagined that Qiu Zhen, the newly recognized Grandmaster, would die, but the fact was that Qiu Zhen had vanished, and Long Xiaoshan had survived.
One legend had fallen.
But a new legend was rising.
To kill a Grandmaster, let alone within the Southwest Hidden Sects, even when considered within the entire scope of Hua Country's Secret Sects, was enough to send shockwaves. What more when the creator of such a miracle was a young man of tender years, capable of slaying a Grandmaster. Who knew where his future achievements would end?
No matter what origins or identity Long Xiaoshan had, it was no longer important.
What mattered was the rise of such a prodigy.
It would be an earthquake for the entire Southwest Secret Sects.