With that, the battle ended.
Deathly silence fell over the entire Dongfang Family compound. After glancing at the corpse on the ground, everyone turned toward Qinghua Yueming with complicated expressions.
His strength was truly formidable, so much so that most of them felt deeply dispirited.
Those in the Sixth Daluo Realm, in particular, now understood the gulf between one genius and another. They, too, had once been prodigies whose names shook their regions, yet in the end, they had faded into the crowd.
But someone like Qinghua Yueming had undoubtedly been a genius from the very beginning and remained one to this day. Not only were his status and standing extraordinary, but his own strength could not be underestimated either.
At least as things stood, the Seventh Daluo Realm old ancestors of their clans, whose blood and vitality had declined, would most likely be no match for Qinghua Yueming.
At that thought, a trace of helplessness flashed through many people's eyes, though an even more complicated emotion prevailed.
After all, no matter how they looked at it, this matter had indeed crossed their families' bottom line. No one even knew exactly what role the Qinghua Lineage had played in all this. For that very reason, they were deeply worried that some unforeseen trouble might arise.
Tap, tap, tap...
Just then, footsteps rang out as Dongfang Bai and the others stepped forward.
Their eyes were fixed on the Storage Pouch at the assassin's waist. The Eastern Divine Blood was inside, and its value to them was immense.
But just as Dongfang Xiong and the others were about to take the Storage Pouch, Qinghua Yueming beat them to it and took it into his own hands.
"City Lord, what are you doing?"
At the sight, Dongfang Xiong and the others' expressions changed,