The bloodshed that had shaken most of the Spirit Road spread across this ancient world at a speed that left people dumbfounded. Almost everyone was talking about it.
It had not only affected over a hundred elite geniuses; it had also left a Human Sovereign dead.
Zhu Tian and the others could only continue guarding the Spirit Road while reporting the matter to their superiors.
As another central figure in the bloodshed, Ji Xuan was in no good mood.
Mu Chen, whom he had regarded as his lifelong enemy, had driven him into a dead end—and then sauntered away, waving his sleeves without taking so much as a cloud with him.
The beauty of the Luo God Clan whom he secretly admired had merely watched Mu Chen leave in silence, then quietly turned and gone as well, ignoring Ji Xuan just as completely.
From beginning to end, she had not even spared him a glance, as though he did not exist. She had left the world with nothing but her slender figure receding into the distance.
What was more, Mu Chen's origins were so terrifying that they could even scare a Sovereign to death.
On that day, Ji Xuan was inexplicably furious.
Hadn't everything he done been to attract the silver-haired girl's attention? Hadn't it all been to drive that damned Mu Chen away from the girl he loved?
Why, when he had nearly achieved his goal, couldn't he feel the slightest bit of happiness?
Ji Xuan probably didn't know the phrase "helpless rage."
The Human geniuses who had yet to leave could only sigh.
Although the Spirit Road Trial was not over, why did they feel as if a grand play had been cut short halfway through, with the protagonist leaving the stage early? Their hearts felt strangely