Everyone looked up into the sky. Dark clouds were gathering, making everything more and more frightening. The light of catastrophe was falling from the heavens.
Ye Futian's light of catastrophe seemed to consist of many different colors. Layer upon layer of will was immersed in the light, as a terrible brilliance flowed out from him.
But he still stood there like a statue. In front of him, Xiao Sheng was doing the same.
And he had admitted his fault.
He had admitted everything.
Xiao Sheng had broken through to the Divine Path, and the Xiao clan had pleaded to Queen Xiao for his life. They were ready to send him to the army to train. Many guests had come to see him off, and his future was very bright.
But the most dazzling figure in the past few years in Emperor Xia's Realm had come to criticize him.
As a Sage, he had still been able to crush Xiao Sheng, who was at the Saint level, and forcibly break through to the Divine Catastrophe.
