Da Jia Zei howled and was ready to pounce.
Old Huang yelled in anguish and anger as a golden energy exploded from his body.
Zhao Man Tian was shocked as well, but he did not react.
"He's not dead!" he shouted.
Everything had happened too quickly.
The other Tai Qing disciples began to cheer.
"The Son of the Emperor is a dog!".
"The Son of the Emperor is dead!".
"Our talent is the true Son of the Emperor!".
"Brother!" shouted Chu Xi in anguish.
The Tai Qing disciples were all smiling, but that young man was not.
In the moment he sliced Chu Yu down, he felt a sense of achievement, but it was not a proud moment.
The fact that Chu Yu could trade blows with him for so long suggested that Chu Yu truly had talent.
As he watched the blood splatter out of Chu Yu, he had a terrifying realisation!
Chu Yu was not dead! It was not his real body.
He did not believe his own judgement, but it was definitely real.