The former commander's head was pinned to the ground, the dark gold Dragon Spear still trembling.
The sight shook every powerful cultivator in the Second Holy City to the core. A mighty Saint King, the ancestor of the Yan Clan, had met such a bleak end.
Yet the figure in the sky, his black hair flying and boundless divine radiance streaming from him, looked like an immortal god descended into the mortal world, gazing down upon the eight wildernesses.
"I saw the bearing of a true emperor in him. This is what a contender on the Emperor Road should be!"
"Just like Di Tian, the Great Demon God, and the others a few years ago, another peerless prodigy has risen!"
Lu Chen had slain the former chief commander, defying the gap in realms to kill a Saint King. Everyone was deeply shaken, marveling again and again at his heaven-gifted talent.
As for the feud between the two, most people understood its cause after a moment's thought.
First, Yan Chifeng had coveted Lu Chen's source of the Dao, only to be killed within the Primordial Daoist Grounds because he lacked the strength. No one could object to that.
After all, the Trial Ground was where outstanding talents from the various star domains competed. Whoever died had no one else to blame, only their own lack of strength.
Yet Yan Yu, the former chief commander who should have upheld the rules, had broken them himself, seeking revenge for his great-great-grandson Yan Chifeng.
In the end, despite his Saint King strength, he too had fallen at the hands of Battle Immortal Lu Chen. Everyone in the Holy City sighed, lamenting the turbulent winds and clouds of this great era.
Whoosh!
Lu Chen slowly descended to the ground. With a beckoning hand, he recalled