When Zhu Wujiu died for good, the terrifying will that had weighed faintly on everyone's hearts dissipated with him. Across Noan Star, countless people erupted in thunderous cheers!
"We won! We won!!"
"I knew evil could never triumph over good. That's a truth that's held since ancient times!"
"Oh, come on. Evil can't triumph over good? I saw you shaking all over just now, your teeth chattering. You were scared to death!"
"You! Hah, that was excitement! I've loved watching people fight all my life. Of course I could barely contain myself when I got to see two supreme masters clash today!"
"Sigh. Still, it's a shame about Chairman Zhu. Why did he turn against humanity and end up dead?"
"What's a shame? That he didn't kill you? You weaklings are ridiculous. The strong laugh at you and act as if you're nothing, yet instead of getting angry, you sympathize with them. How pathetic!"
"Does anyone know who killed Zhu Wujiu? I've never seen him before."
"No need to guess. Check your phone—the news outlets have pushed the story already. Look, his name is Huang Tian! The greatest martial artist alive! The strongest man alive! The founder of the Martial Path—"
While countless people cheered and celebrated, Xia Zhongliu stood in the Imperial Capital, his feelings tangled. "Brother Zhu... sigh!"
He and Zhu Wujiu had always been close. In their early years, they had often sparred and spurred each other onward. In the end, both had joined the tiny handful of people at the very pinnacle of this world. Zhu Wujiu had even gone a step further, becoming the first to enter the Seventh Stage!
He should have enjoyed endless glory. Who could have imagined he would meet such an end?
But sorrow aside, Xia Zhongliu still breathed a long