You Si gave a cold snort, looking at Xingtian in exasperation at his failure to live up to her hopes, and slowly said, "Since your mind is made up, this is our final farewell."
With that, she lightly waved her hand. Her figure warped and vanished on the spot, and the enormous black curtain in the sky shattered instantly.
The life gradually faded from Xingtian's eyes, and his severed head fell toward the ground.
As though someone had released the pause button, everyone began moving again, as if nothing had happened. The Yellow Emperor gazed at Xingtian's body in anguish, his eyes filled with remorse.
He did not care which of them won or lost, but their battle should never have been decided this way.
"Ju Wu!!!!" the Yellow Emperor roared, spotting Ju Wu running about among the tribespeople.
Strength surged out of him from somewhere, and he wielded the Xuanyuan Sword, charging straight at the culprit.
Before Ju Wu could even react, a streak of golden light pierced his body.
Not a single tribesperson stepped forward to stop him.
They all knew what the Yellow Emperor hated.
That resentment would likely never fade in his lifetime. After all, a kindred spirit was easy to find, but a worthy opponent was rare.
Ju Wu slowly collapsed, his eyes filled with terror.
The Seven Outstanding Disciples of the Sage also came to their senses. They only felt that something strange had just happened, but none of them could make heads or tails of it.
Seeing the troubled look on Du Yu's face, they were utterly puzzled.
"Did something happen just now?" Jin Jianglang asked.
Du Yu shook his head and walked toward Xingtian's body.
Seeing the group approach Xingtian, the Yellow Emperor asked warily from the sky, "Who are you?!"
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