"Immortal? What immor—holy shit!"
"What the fuck!"
"Fuck, fuck, fuck..."
High in the clouds, grass grew and orioles flew.
What they had just seen defied everything they knew.
The golden light faded.
Everyone had expected to see Su Ye battered and broken by Fei Zhuoran. Some had even composed memorial couplets for him.
But instead...
You were telling them...
The one with a knife through his heart was Fei Zhuoran?
And the one holding that long blade, looking impossibly cool, was Su Ye?!
Unbelievable!
A Transcendent Eighth Heaven cultivator had killed someone at the peak of the Transcendent Ninth Heaven—inside the latter's own domain?!
And it had taken...
Three seconds?!
Were they still asleep, or had their brains stopped working?!
Even the big shots in the clouds struggled to accept what they had seen.
Su Ye casually pulled out his blade.
Thud.
Fei Zhuoran's lifeless body hit the White Jade Platform. Only then did blood begin to flow, spreading down its stairs.
Bright red blood flowed across the pure white ground.
There was a tragic beauty to it.
The sight almost made Su Ye want to compose a poem on the spot. Unfortunately, he had no literary talent, so he settled for a quick rap.
"Hey, I didn't mean to kill the guy. He struck first, so don't ask why. If you want to blame me, here's my plea: it was self-defense, you see."
Old Mu: ...
Old Mu rubbed his forehead. He really was getting old.
He couldn't keep up with the young anymore.
What on earth had that been?!
"Do you... do you realize Fei Zhuoran was a Ninth Heaven Peak War God with unmatched combat strength? Even if he had done wrong, Heavenly King Hall should have punished him by sending him to the Human-Demon Battlefield. Killing