The Xuantian Matrix was broken, and Qin He had been wounded, along with many of the cultivators who had formed the matrix.
Yin Tianyu's powerful aura dissipated, and Yan Sui stopped playing. The disciples of the Divine Palace watched Qin He. There was none of the arrogance or disdain of victors in their eyes. On the contrary, most of them looked at her with a sense of respect.
They were all-powerful figures in that they could jointly support an attack that was being enhanced by Divine Sounds, and they had been able to force such a powerful collision. The Goddesses of Brahma's Pure Sky were worthy of their reputation as well. They were all top figures in their own right.
Yin Tianyu walked up the stairs, his fellow disciples following behind him until they made it up to Xuantian Pavilion. Qin He's robes were fluttering in the wind. Although they were bloodstained, they still could not hide her splendor.
Her face was cold as she looked at Yin Tianyu.
