Bai Daozi had dissolved into the Dao, dying miserably at Ye Xiwen's hands. The scene was deathly silent, with only the Taiyue Sword continuously ringing out, as though mourning. Its artifact spirit had fallen; though it no longer possessed a conscious will, it could still sense what had happened.
No one even dared to breathe. What kind of figure was Bai Daozi? Calling him renowned throughout the world would not have been an exaggeration. He had been expected to one day take over the Heavenly Dao Teachings, or at the very least become a Grand Elder. Yet he had actually died here, utterly unable to fight back against Ye Xiwen.
Had it been them, they would likely have died even more miserably.
Heavenly Mandate Young Lord in particular. Although only two people were still standing in the entire arena, he now felt as though thorns were pricking his back.
His pride would not allow him to kneel before an Emperor Lord, but if Ye Xiwen casually killed him now, he would not even have a place to weep. This fellow before him did not even give the Heavenly Dao Teachings any face, much less the Heavenly Mandate Teachings.
Only now did he truly understand what it meant to have a heart loftier than heaven but a fate thinner than paper. Before a true Emperor Lord, all his pride and dignity seemed so laughable. A being who could be crushed to death at any moment—what right did he have to speak of dignity or pride?
Would a person care about what an ant was thinking? Of course not!
The gap between becoming an Emperor Lord and failing to become one was simply too great.
His back was completely soaked, yet he felt nothing. His entire body seemed numb. No one had