The whole place was silent.
At the foot of the mountain, numerous pairs of eyes as sharp as sabers shot through the mist of clouds and landed upon the youth standing at the top of the Thousand Cloud Stairs. The youth was quietly standing in white robes as he held his sword.
That youth was drenched in sweat. Despite that, as he held his sword and looked at the scene at the foot of the mountain, he seemed like a king overseeing his territory.
At that moment, everyone was frozen on the spot.
Even An Fan who was the closest person to the peak of the Thousand Cloud Stairs, could only lift his head slightly and look at the youth ahead of him. His cultivation was no match for that youth, nor was his fighting spirit as strong as his.
At this moment, that youth seemed to dazzle as bright as the glow of a thousand lights.
A single youth had defeated more than half the disciples of the Main Path Guild!
