The void fell silent. Everyone watched the young man on the battlefield.
His calm yet forceful words still rang in their ears.
The undefeated myth of the Double Pupils. The Supreme Bone of a Born Supreme.
Before me, none of it amounts to a thing!
Who claims to be invincible? Who dares say they've never lost? Only I, the Desolate Heaven Marquis!
He had never lost since making his debut. No matter how great a Heavenly Prodigy, no matter how mighty a Bloodline, all had bowed before him!
Shi Hao's clothes were stained with blood, yet there was a blood-soaked splendor about him.
The young man cut a heroic figure. With his old grudge settled, his spirits soared higher still, and a fierce light shone in his eyes.
Standing there, he was the center of Heaven and Earth!
Beside him, Shi Yi's body crashed to the ground, head severed from torso—a testament to his defeat.
"No, impossible. It's fake, all of it! How could Yi'er lose? He was a Saint of the Primordial Era, a Born Supreme. How could he lose?"
At the Enchanted Cottage in the Desolate Domain, there was a group of mortals who had been granted special permission to enter.
They stared at Shi Yi's corpse and muttered to themselves, eyes vacant, all light gone from their faces.
"Yi'er had the Double Pupils and the Supreme Bone. How could he lose to that little beast who had nothing?"
"It's fake, all of it! Someone else must have interfered and ambushed Yi'er."
Every one of them looked ashen, as though all vitality had drained away.
Their convictions had been destroyed down to the last trace. Their Pillar had come crashing down, their Faith had been utterly shattered, and that sword strike had cleaved apart their last reason to