"What! This had to be a joke! Li Xingxiu lost just like that? Yang Ming split him in half with a single sword strike?"
"Damn it, what kind of joke is this? He's the Sect Master of the Astral Lodge Sect! How could he be so utterly helpless?"
"My god!"
Puge and the others were completely stunned at the sight, their faces filled with disbelief.
Some of them even rubbed their eyes, unable to believe it!
"This has to be fake! How could the Sect Master have been killed so easily!"
"Impossible! That was the Sect Master! With a mere gesture, he could summon natural disasters. A figure like him had always killed others—how could someone else possibly kill him?!"
Everyone from the Astral Lodge Sect went mad, unable to believe what they were seeing!
They had clearly had victory in their grasp. Why had the outcome suddenly reversed?
Why had this happened?!
"No, I don't believe the Sect Master was defeated just like that. It's impossible! The Sect Master must have other abilities!"
"That's absolutely right! What kind of joke is this? The Sect Master is a mighty god-level expert. Over these three hundred years, he has only risen to even greater heights!"
"The Sect Master will never lose!"
Then all the Astral Lodge Sect disciples cried out wildly.
They all believed that Li Xingxiu could not possibly die like this!
As though responding to them, Li Xingxiu's body, which had been split in two, forcibly twisted back together, rejoined, and came back to life!
"I never expected to be driven to this point. Your name is Yang Ming, right? I'll remember it!"
Li Xingxiu stared coldly at Yang Ming, his eyes filled with icy light!
"What use does a dead man have for remembering my name? Do you