Fuhong is dead?
Died under a single sword strike from Ye Qingchen?
This is something no one had anticipated!
Watching as Fuhong's body shuddered, the lower half unmoving while the upper half slanted and fell, like a chopped down tree, crashing heavily to the ground!
In that instant.
The world echoed with a thunderous roar like a landslide and tsunami. No one expected that in less than half a stick of incense, this battle of celestial immortals had decisively reached its conclusion.
"Mr. Ye has won!"
Witnessing this scene.
Chen Ying at the foot of the mountain couldn't help but cheer.
The disciples of the Paramount also rejoiced in unison.
"This is the true strength of Ye the Demon!" Du Li, hidden amongst the crowd, shrank his neck, his eyes filled only with terror. "This was the abbot of Vajra Temple! And he was actually cleaved into two by a single sword strike!"
Below Mount Putuo, the crowd was either shocked, fearful, or in disbelief.
