At that moment, the entire venue fell deathly silent.
The cold wind howled. The Star Luo Emperor lay quietly on the icy ground, fresh blood flowing from the hole in his chest and staining the floor red. The last shreds of awareness in his eyes still stared fixedly at Dai Yao, his face filled with disbelief.
Everyone stared blankly at the wretched Star Luo Emperor, their throats seeming to have been clamped shut, unable to utter a single word.
Some even felt as if it was not real and rubbed their eyes hard, but the cold reality still told them what had happened.
They could not believe that the Star Luo Emperor, who had held the advantage moments ago and sworn with utter confidence that he would get rid of Dai Yao, now had his heart pierced through, his body temperature draining away. Before long, he would be completely dead.
The sheer contrast was like falling from heaven into hell, leaving them struggling to breathe.
Then, they slowly shifted their almost vacant gazes. They lingered for a moment on Dai Yao's expressionless face, before finally fixing on the cyan spear.
The spear was plain and calm, and one could even smell a faint lotus fragrance from it. If this spear had not so easily killed the Star Luo Emperor just now, none of them would ever have imagined that a spear no one would normally spare a glance at could possess such terrifying power.
Staring fixedly at the spear in Dai Yao's hand, countless experts' pupils abruptly shrank. They could not determine what this spear that had suddenly appeared was.
Was it a martial soul? Or a Soul Tool? Or perhaps some other precious treasure? "What is this spear?"
That question struck the hearts of many experts at the same