"Is... is it over?"
Watching the dense black thunderclouds above Dragon Mountain's summit disperse into the sky, Yu Yuanzhen stammered.
Though they were ten thousand meters away, the might of the lightning unleashed by the heavenly tribulation still lingered, leaving an enormous shadow over their hearts.
Feng Xiaoaо narrowed his eyes slightly. An inscrutable gleam flickered through the slits as he said:
"Do you think that person died in the heavenly tribulation just now?"
They were too far away to make out who that person was, but they assumed it had to be Yang Ming.
Although that assumption was somewhat one-sided, it was not far from the truth. The Black Dragon Di Tian was Yang Ming, but Yang Ming was not the Black Dragon Di Tian.
Yu Yuanzhen frowned slightly. After considering it carefully, he shook his head and said:
"With the Sky-Blasting Gang leader's strength, I doubt he would fall so easily in a place like this."
At that, Feng Xiaoaо let out an almost imperceptible sigh.
Deep in his heart, he desperately wished Yang Ming had died beneath the heavenly tribulation.
No matter how anyone put it, Feng Xiaotian was his own grandson. Although Xiaotian had been in the wrong at the All-Continent Advanced Spirit Master Elite Tournament, planning to fake his death to frame Yang Ming and get him disqualified, so what?
It was only a matter of getting a commoner disqualified!
But Xiaotian had lost his life!
Yu Yuanzhen glanced at Feng Xiaoaо. They had competed since childhood, and he knew all too well that this old fellow with his white hair and beard was deeply scheming. He had probably been hoping that, once Yang Ming died, he could mobilize the Wind Sword Sect to carve up the Sky-Blasting Gang's inheritance.
Even wise words could not