Ghost Chariot, a Demon Marshal whose fearsome reputation had spread far and wide, died at Lin Tian's hands.
As for the Demon Race experts Ghost Chariot had brought, Lin Tian did not strike again. Instead, he left them for the cultivators of Jixia Academy to slay.
After all, many of these cultivators had never truly fought to the death. Such a chance to temper themselves was rare, and Lin Tian certainly intended to let them draw blood.
The moment Lin Tian slew Demon Marshal Ghost Chariot, several Demon Marshals far away on the Northern Kuru Continent received the news.
Ji Meng sat in the Divine Hall, disbelief written across his face.
"Ghost Chariot actually fell? He had nine lives, yet he still couldn't escape!"
Demon Marshal Ji Meng knew Ghost Chariot very well. In his eyes, Ghost Chariot's means of preserving his life far surpassed his own, yet even so, Ghost Chariot had fallen.
"Was it that human, Lin Tian?"
Demon Marshal Bai Ze's expression darkened. He had only just invited the Tenth Crown Prince over, and Ghost Chariot had already fallen.
Lu Ya looked at the shattered Jade Token before him. It was Ghost Chariot's Soul Jade.
Now the Jade Token had crumbled to dust, and the image of the Nine-Headed Bird upon it was slowly fading. This meant that Demon Marshal Ghost Chariot was utterly dead.
Perhaps a wisp of his departed soul could enter the Six Paths of Reincarnation?
"Lin Tian is a human born only recently. How could he possibly possess such formidable strength?"
Lu Ya narrowed his eyes, a dangerous light flashing within them.
During the War of the Investiture of the Gods, quite a few geniuses had likewise emerged among the Human Race, but however powerful they were, none had reached Lin Tian's level.