Shi Hao dashed past, his Black Gold Battle Armor gleaming without a stain of blood. Behind him, specks of blood marked his trail as Zhao Qi's body fell, dead from a tragic fate.
All of this happened in an instant, shocking everyone in the hall.
The crowd reacted swiftly, sealing the hall and cutting off Shi Hao's path forward. Everyone quickly recovered, their eyes burning with eagerness as they stared at the bone texts in his hand.
The hall was enormous, filled with the chaotic mist.
For a moment, no one spoke. They had just been fighting fiercely, but now all had gone silent, the atmosphere tense, with a palpable murderous intent brewing within the ancient temple.
Shi Hao paused, trapped once again in their midst, all attention focused on him as he held the bone texts, which felt somewhat rough to the touch—the remnants of some Ferocious Beast.
He looked down at the bone, dull and lusterless, yet heavy, weighing thousands of pounds despite its palm-sized dimensions.
