"Everyone!"
Above Yujing City, the Dragon-Fusion Realm turned into wisps of white smoke and flowed into Xu Xiaoshou's body.
As Long Xing's branches retracted, Fish Elder, Fang Wenxin, and Mei Suren, who had been fighting fiercely across from one another, all stopped and looked over at the sound.
The people in the city were no longer obstructed from view. Looking again, they saw that Xu Xiaoshou, clad in striking black, stood alone on the battlefield.
As for Hall Master Xuanji, she was nowhere to be found.
"Dao Xuanji has already fallen beneath my sword!"
"You three are all seniors I respect. Victory and defeat have been decided in this battle; there is no need to continue."
Xu Xiaoshou calmly sheathed his sword after speaking.
Hidden Pain coiled around his arm with a whimper like a snake, still unsatisfied.
The three Saints froze at the words.
It was over? After Fish Zhiwen came back to herself atop the southern city wall, she quickly reached out with both hands before her.
She had clearly grasped some lingering warmth.
But when she hurriedly turned around, there was no one behind her.
Her Star Pupils followed northward, yet all she saw was desolate snow filling the heavens.
"Master... is dead..."
Yu Zhiwen lowered her head, gazing complicatedly at her empty hands. It was as though she had lost something precious, and her heart felt hollow as well.
An uproar suddenly erupted within Yujing City. "Hall Master Xuanji is dead?"
"Impossible! She only just took office!"
"A new official starts with three fires—has anyone ever burned themselves to death with them?"
"She is a Demi-Saint! Doesn't a Demi-Saint have countless means of resistance? Even if she fell behind for a moment... a Demi-Saint cannot be killed!"
Demi-Saints were indeed beyond reach.
To ordinary people, they