Xiu Fu's head exploded beneath Chu Tian's fist.
Flesh and blood splattered, bones shattered, and his divine soul was annihilated amid golden light.
His headless corpse froze against the palace wall for a moment before slowly sliding down and collapsing onto the ground.
The Blood Spear slipped from his hand and stabbed into the floor. The blood-colored radiance around its shaft dimmed at a visible rate.
Outside the palace, the Asura army, held back by the nine Sleepers, suddenly fell into deathly silence.
The Asura Race powerhouses stood in every corner, their blood-colored divine weapons still raised in midair, yet their eyes seemed to have lost all focus.
They stared at the spot where Xiu Fu had been blasted apart, at the Great Heavenly Weapon that had lost its master, at the golden figure standing beside the corpse. Their minds were utterly blank.
An old man at the early Mythical realm had his legs give way and dropped to his knees.
Three Mythical Great Daos revolved around him. He had lived among the Asura Race for who knew how many years, and he had watched Xiu Fu grow up.
He had thought Xiu Fu would lead the Asura Race to glory. He had thought Xiu Fu would crush every opponent on the Starry Sky Ancient Road.
Yet now, Xiu Fu was dead.
He had died before the Statue of the Lord of the Netherworld, died within the secret realm at the source of the Asura Race's bloodline, died beneath the fists of a Human Race junior.
His lips trembled, tears streamed from his eyes, and his voice was so hoarse it was almost inaudible.
"Xiu Fu... is dead... the Netherworld Bloodline... was beaten to death alive..."
"He was actually killed across realms."
The Mythical old fossils, Emperor Venerables, and God