Turing was killed.
Blood stained the ruins red.
Ye Xuan pressed his hands on the ground, his face pale. He never imagined that such a huge gap existed between him and Turing, a formidable extraterrestrial warrior. Now drenched in sweat, he felt lingering fear; if not for the timely appearance of that Sword Light that saved him, he might have been a corpse by now.
While trembling with fear, Ye Xuan also pondered the origin of such a Sword Light—who could wield it? Even someone as powerful as Turing couldn't withstand it.
"Who was it, really?"
Ye Xuan's body trembled. He grew up in the Galaxy Star Domain and had never encountered such a horrifying Sword Light before. It killed a strong Demigod Realm warrior with a single slash, a force so terrifyingly horrifying it was nearly impossible to resist.
Ye Xuan had no doubt that if he faced such a strong opponent, his fate would be certain death.
