Outside Jinxiao City, it was dead silent. Even the elite geniuses were aghast when they saw Ning Huang's head on the city gate. They had gathered to watch the fun, to watch Ye Futian die.
What had awaited them was a peerless demonic figure. Ye Futian did not die. The person who had died was Ning Huang. The overbearing elite genius, commander of all the experts in Jinxiao City, was actually killed by someone else. This came as a great shock to them.
Even Nan Hao had not expected an ending like this. Perhaps, the teen that had come from the Eastern Barren State was much more of a prodigy than he had thought.