Silence!
An immense deathly silence enveloped the vast world.
It seemed.
As if all the starlight in the sky had gathered in one place, falling upon Ye Qingchen. Luo Zhi stood there dumbfounded, his face as pale as if he had lost his parents!
In less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn. Before this, the Luo Family had mobilized a millennium of connections to set a heaven-shocking trap in Cold Moon City, planning to surround and kill Ye Qingchen with overwhelming force.
But now.
All twenty-seven Half-Step Earth Immortals had perished.
How could this not shock him? How could it not terrify him?
"Is that all?"
Ye Qingchen slowly withdrew his right hand, his cold gaze sweeping over heaven and earth. Everywhere his gaze landed, countless people bowed their heads in horror, not daring to meet his eyes.
This battle had already scared them out of their wits!
At last.
His gaze fell upon Luo Zhi.
