The surroundings of Heavenly Lake were dead silent!
Not a bird chirped, everyone seemed as muted as frozen cicadas!
The nearby trees rustled in haste, under the blue sky and white clouds, yet everyone felt ice-cold all over.
"Park Jung-tae… dead… is dead!"
Master Qingxu's body trembled, his voice dry, his face filled with horror.
Could the grandmaster who defeated him a month ago have really turned to ashes?
"Yes, he's dead, he is dead!"
Daoist Yuan Shen, Daoist Taichong, and Dejian Master nodded silently, sharing glances without words.
All the other martial artists and mutants looked at Ying Yue, who stood proudly in the void, with reverence and awe, as if beholding a deity.
They knew that from today, one legend had fallen, while a new myth was slowly rising.
Ying Yue, awe-inspiring across the world!
Three months ago, who knew who Ying Yue was?
Who even knew if he mattered?
