Everyone was stunned!
All of them stared dumbstruck at the battle between opponents whose cultivation levels were worlds apart!
Jiang Feng sank his body low, taking a forward bow stance. His right arm thrust the spear forward, and the Divine Iron Spear drove straight through Xin Diga's chest, with half the spearhead protruding from his back.
Xin Diga stared at Jiang Feng in utter disbelief. The divine power that had been swirling around the exquisite stone axe raised high above his head slowly dissipated.
He lowered his head and glanced at his chest. The wound there had been scorched by flames, and not a single drop of blood could flow out.
"No... impossible!"
The cry of astonishment had barely left his lips when the light in Xin Diga's eyes scattered. As the stone axe fell from his hand, all life left his body completely.
No one had expected this battle, with such a vast disparity in cultivation, to end after a single exchange.
And it had ended with the death of the arrogant and unrivaled Xin Diga.
They had not even seen clearly how that youngster at the early second level of the Divine Power Realm had made his move.
They had only seen his figure flash, a burst of fire suddenly erupt from the long spear in his hand. In the next instant, it pierced through Xin Diga's chest and ended the battle.
Elder Hou and the Ghost Granny, who should have been fighting fiercely, also stopped their weapons at the same time and stared toward Jiang Feng in disbelief.
The Ghost Granny had never imagined that Xin Diga would be killed in a single exchange—and by a mere youngster at the second level of the Divine Power Realm, no less.
From the very beginning, she had wondered why