1852 Send Off

Right now, Ye Futian was in the Heavenly Mandate Academy. He quietly stood there and looked up into the sky. From different directions, giant figures, who would not be seen on an ordinary day, personally descended upon the Heavenly Mandate Academy just to kill him.

This time, the various forces of the Nine Realms truly showed him due respect. So many cultivators had gathered to take his life.

There were the huge figures of Shen clan, the sovereign of Golden Divine Nation, the hierophant of Sky Reaching School, and so on. On any normal day, it was hard to catch a glimpse of them. Now, they had all gathered for his sake. Ye Futian did not know whether he should feel honored or sorrowful.

Since the situation was such, there was no stopping it.

He was 'certain to die.'

With such a lineup, no one in the 3,000 Realms of the Great Path could save him.