"Who on earth is that person?"
The Golden Dragon King sat slumped on the ground, staring at the Twelve-Winged Seraph lying in a pool of blood. His lips trembled.
In the previous round, he had fought to his last breath to scrape out a victory over the Twelve-Winged Seraph by half a move.
But now, someone had killed the Twelve-Winged Seraph with a single finger!
What did that victory by "half a move" amount to, then?
The Golden Dragon King suddenly found it absurd. Bitterly absurd.
The experts of the Six Realms fell silent. No one spoke. Even their breathing grew lighter.
"Powerful" could no longer describe this!
Could even the First Divine General have possessed such strength before stepping into the Taboo?
No!
Absolutely not!
By killing the Twelve-Winged Seraph in a single move, this hooded man from the Immortal Realm had surpassed everything recorded in history!
On the battlefield, Xiao Yan rested the Dark Iron Heavy Ruler on his shoulder. He glanced at the fallen Twelve-Winged Seraph, then at the black-hooded figure.
"What murderous intent!"
He had held back against the Golden Dragon King. Otherwise, the Golden Dragon King would not have been able to get up.
But the hooded man had killed the Twelve-Winged Seraph outright!
Xiao Yan spat out the blade of grass in his mouth, and the flames in his eyes burned fiercer.
"You're stronger than I imagined!"
The hooded man slowly lowered his finger. Beneath his hood, his gaze seemed fixed on Xiao Yan too.
Clearly, Xiao Yan interested him greatly.
"As are you."
His voice was faint, carrying an unreadable note.
"But..."
He tilted his head slightly. His gaze swept over the Netherworld King, the Ghost Princess, and the Golden Dragon King before settling on Xiao Yan.
"As for you and me..."
"There's