A deathlike silence.
Only that faint, lingering sword-chant still resounded.
A gust of sea wind swept across the heads of the crowd below the platform.
It toppled Zhao Xunjian's straight, arrogant body.
The gradually chilling corpse fell from the high platform.
Bang!
When it hit the ground, the body was already in two pieces!
The cold wind swept past; not even crows or sparrows uttered a sound.
On Canglang Island, where over ten thousand people were crammed together, at this very moment there was not the slightest sound, not even the faintest trace of one.
Every face was deathly pale.
Every pair of eyes was blank.
As though the sea of people standing on this island at this moment were not living beings, but an awe-inspiring mass of human-shaped statues, lifelike to the extreme, a masterpiece for the ages…
Shocked.
Utterly shocked!
Zhao Xunjian, after lying dormant for years and training behind closed doors, lifted his head once and stunned the world!
