"What Cloud Emperor? Could he be some hideous freak?"
"Why else would he keep wearing that ugly mask?"
Xuan Ran looked at Shi Qingyun with utter disdain, believing him to be nothing more than someone who had performed a few petty tricks and was now bluffing.
"Come on, take off the mask and let me see."
"If you aren't bad-looking, I might even consider keeping you by my side."
As Shi Qingyun watched this fellow chatter incessantly from the moment he appeared, dark lines surfaced on his forehead.
Especially when Xuan Ran spoke that last sentence, traces of killing intent surfaced in his eyes.
"Are those your last words?"
"If you're finished, then rest in peace!"
A golden Dharma Aspect appeared behind Shi Qingyun. Without giving Xuan Ran another chance to speak, he gathered Heaven-Toppling intent in his hand.
He pressed it down toward Xuan Ran, shattering the void inch by inch.
Beneath this blow, Xuan Ran, who had been chattering endlessly just moments before, was flattened against the arena, the round fan in his hand reduced directly to powder.
Only now, when he keenly felt the threat of death, did he understand why the others had all fought so courteously.
He was about to beg for mercy, firmly believing Shi Qingyun would spare him.
But that fantasy vanished from the arena along with his body, which burst apart on the spot.
The Heaven-Toppling palm descended, and even the arena that had stood unshaken since Immortal Ancient trembled slightly.
Seeing Xuan Ran explode on the spot, some cultivators who had begun scheming after seeing Shi Qingyun refrain from killing wore expressions of utter shock.
Beads of sweat involuntarily formed on their backs, and every last scheme in their hearts instantly vanished.
Some cultivators only now came to their senses. The