I Still Can't Die!
Everyone stared blankly at the scene.
Even the passage of time seemed to slow.
Imperial Son Bulang had lost...
This was an outcome the Immortal Emperor Palace faction and many other top factions found hard to accept.
"He's Imperial Son Bulang, Immortal Emperor An Lin's son... How could he lose?"
"What a pity. Such a stunning, peerless prodigy, one who eclipsed both past and present..."
"It really wasn't his fault. Everyone saw Imperial Son Bulang's performance. That Qiu Ming is simply a monster..."
"Hmph, a loss is a loss. The Immortal Emperor Palace is just like him—though incomparably powerful, it will ultimately be defeated and replaced by Realm King Vera's faction!"
Some were heartbroken, some mourned in regret, while others seemed to have breathed a sigh of relief and began to gloat over his misfortune.
The myriad races began to stir, and undercurrents started to surge.
The battle between An Bulang and Qiu Ming could be called a mythical battle, one that would be passed down for ages.
And what they represented went far beyond being the number one prodigies of the myriad worlds. Its implications ran even deeper, deep enough to affect the very peak structure of the entire Primordial Universe.
The Immortals of the Immortal Emperor Palace all wore grief-stricken expressions.
Immortals such as Big White, Clown, and Lan Xiao Ni were especially agitated, wishing they could immediately rush into the Dao of the Primordial and save An Bulang.
They no longer cared about the outcome of the battle. They cared only about An Bulang's safety.
Ye Ling rose directly to her feet, erupting with a supreme pressure that made the powerful beings of all races shudder in terror. She wanted to force her way through the gate to the Dao of the Primordial