"How is this possible?" Right Spirit King stared at the scene in shock and rushed toward the ruins of the Divine Canon. Before she could even leave the formation, Left Spirit King immediately stopped him. "Right Spirit King, wait! Look over there!"
Everyone's eyes turned toward the place Left Spirit King was pointing. Where the iron stele of the Divine Canon had collapsed, a young man sat there with a sword in his arms, his hair covering half his face. He narrowed his eyes at us in the sky, the corners of his mouth curling into a faint, enigmatic smile, looking completely at ease.
Not only Right Spirit King—even we sucked in a sharp breath. Apart from Left Spirit King, none of us had noticed that the other person had been sitting beside the divine stele.
His ability to conceal his aura alone was enough to shock us.
The ruins of the End God Hall were utterly dilapidated. Sword marks, both horizontal and vertical, were visible everywhere, some plunging three or five zhang deep. It was clear how terrifying the Sword Qi of the person who had destroyed this place must have been.
"Dressed so strangely... Could he be some peerless genius who has never emerged from one of the sects?" Right Spirit King asked in astonishment.
Those who had come to study the great formation at the End God Hall naturally included representatives of both the righteous and demonic paths. On one side were Cheng Che and Mo Jiu, and on the other were Mu Shu and Li Luo. All four had suffered little in the previous battle, and they had been waiting to see whether they could be transported to Central Origin Continent.
But judging from the current situation, it probably would not be easy.
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