"It's hard to imagine what realm his cultivation will reach in the future!"
"Do you think we still have a chance to join Cloud Palace now?"
"The battle between the two emperors has drawn to a close. Which prodigies will burst onto the scene next?"
"One emperor already stands ahead, and a great age has arrived. Who will forge an unparalleled reputation in this glorious age?"
Every cultivator cheered for Shi Qingyun's victory. It could be said that they felt something different toward him.
A monstrous prodigy who had risen against the odds from an unknown place would give them a different kind of motivation.
As for those cultivators who had come hoping to see Shi Qingyun defeated, they slunk away, watching the red-robed man surrounded by everyone.
Their eyes were filled with resentment and jealousy.
"Why? Why!"
"The youngest lord of the Immortal Palace was killed just like that. Why won't the people of the Immortal Palace strike at him?"
"It's all because of you! It's all your fault! If not for you, how would I have become my family's disgrace, someone everyone curses?"
Lei Meng concealed his entire body beneath a loose black robe, his hood pulled low, revealing a pair of venomous eyes beneath it.
Staring fixedly in Shi Qingyun's direction, he left the crowd step by step and gradually vanished into the horizon.
Unlike Lei Meng's resentment, most of the other prodigies could not help feeling admiration as they watched the man whose robes snapped between heaven and earth.
Before, they might have resented losing to him, but now, seeing that even the Immortal Palace Successor had fallen at his hands,
they understood that they were not people of the same world at all. Being defeated by someone like him might truly become something worth remembering