"Who is it? Who's wailing and howling over there?"
"Scoundrel, get out here!"
"Senior Brother Wang is dead! Which bastard dares to be so brazen?"
"..."
Before Xu Yi's shout had even faded, several figures leaped into the air.
Every one of them radiated tremendous power. The moment their auras showed, the entire marketplace fell silent. No one dared so much as stir.
Even those who had rushed over to watch the commotion froze in an instant, not daring to release their spiritual sense.
It was like the pressure of a higher life-form bearing down on a lower one.
"It's him—the Boundless Sea's Wang Meihua!"
Song Zhao shouted furiously.
At the Fahua Gathering, he had crossed hands with Xu Yi and been defeated cleanly.
Now that Wang Yao had died, Song Zhao had received the news and hurried over as well.
Song Zhao's cry left the other four greatly astonished.
It had been only a few hours since the Fahua Gathering ended, yet Wang Meihua's name already seemed to be shaking the world.
The four point origin experts from the Imperial Martial Hall stared tensely into the darkness to the west, waiting for that man to appear.
In an instant, Xu Yi burst through the faint mist and appeared before them. His face was wild, his eyes bloodshot, and tear tracks seemed to mark his cheeks. He looked up at the sky and sighed, "Heaven granted you too few years, too few years! Wang Yao, oh, Wang Yao, I hadn't yet soundly defeated your Dust Sword. How could you dare to die? How could you just die like that? Who was it? Who killed you? Get out here for me..."
Song Zhao and the others exchanged glances, never imagining Wang Meihua would react like this.
"Looks like this man is