The entire heavens and earth fell into a deathly silence.
Everyone lifted their heads, quietly gazing at Ye Tian, their hearts left with nothing but despair and sorrow.
This man had already won the reverence and worship of everyone.
Alas, heaven is jealous of heroes!!
Zhang Xinran stared blankly at the sky, a faint pain in her heart; she didn't know why, but she felt like crying.
She wanted to hold the man with blood trickling from his lips, gently caring for him.
Fang Xueyi was beyond scared out of her mind. The poor boy she had desperately ridiculed before turned out to be the world's foremost War God.
Gong Yashi lifted her head, pressed her palms together, and prayed to the heavens, "Ye Tian, I still owe you eight kisses. Don't die, I beg you, please don't die."
At this moment, Ye Tian held his hands behind his back, standing proudly in the void, divine light radiating from his body.
But the paper-like pallor of his face betrayed the condition of his body.
