The entire scene fell deathly silent.
The old monsters who had just been watching the show and gloating were now frozen in place, as if they had been hit with a restraining spell.
Only one thought echoed wildly through their minds.
Blood River Old Ancestor... was dead?
That peerless fiend who had dominated the Western Desert for hundreds of thousands of years, famous for devouring Quasi Emperors' essence blood, had just been killed with a single sword strike?
What the hell kind of joke was this?!
Everyone's gaze was fixed on the Black Clothed Youth standing with sword in hand.
He was standing right there, his aura utterly ordinary. After forcing his way through the heavenly gate, he even looked a little worse for wear.
Yet this was the man who had just shown everyone present, in the simplest, most direct, and most shocking way possible, what it meant to be invincible!
One sword strike. A Quasi Emperor at the peak, killed instantly!
What kind of terrifying strength was that?!
An icy chill shot from the soles of their feet straight to the tops of their heads!
At last, they realized they hadn't provoked some "easy target" they could toy with at will. They had provoked an absolute killing god more terrifying than Blood River Old Ancestor—or even all of them combined!
"Damn... that kid... shouldn't he have been exhausted?"
"His father's holding off an Immortal Emperor outside, and he forced his way through the Heaven Cleaner's army formation. How can he still have that kind of strength?!"
"Monsters! That father and son are both damn monsters!"
"Thank goodness... thank goodness I didn't make a move just now..."
One old monster who had been shouting about snatching the Immortal Slaying Sword now felt his legs go weak. Cold sweat had