The aroma of roasting meat filled the air, and every so often, life essence rose in streams of light.
People watching from afar swallowed hard.
Even as they swallowed, they were shocked to the core.
Moments ago, the ruins had been packed with clamoring people. Humans, fierce beasts, and descendant beasts had all pressed Little Nonpoint together.
Little Nonpoint had seemed to be in mortal danger, on the verge of losing both his life and his treasure.
Now, the powerful humans, fierce beasts, and descendant beasts lay sprawled across the ground.
Some of the fierce beasts had even been put on spits over the fire, their meat nearly cooked.
And the one roasting them was Little Nonpoint, who had been in mortal danger moments before.
The divine might Little Nonpoint had displayed was still vivid in their minds. It left the people and beasts who had harbored ill intentions but missed the first wave of attacks scared out of their wits.
They felt as though they were dreaming.
A human child of seven or eight had charged through the prodigies and experts of every race as though no one stood in his way.
A white Tiger with an exceptionally pure bloodline had had its head smashed apart, while a young flood dragon had been torn in two.
That pure-blooded Heaven-Splitting Demon Butterfly had clashed with Little Nonpoint once before being sent flying. It had quickly fled, unwilling to face him again.
All kinds of descendant beasts and fierce beasts had been unable to withstand this human child's attacks.
He was too strong.
Compared with this human child, everyone else, human or beast, seemed as feeble as an ordinary cultivator.
They could hardly be called geniuses or heavenly prodigies anymore.
"Could he be Loves Beast Milk Most?" someone watching from afar