Xiao Shi floated in the air and looked down at the black-robed man who had turned into shattered bones that filled the sky. However, there was no joy on his face. Instead, he frowned. A huge question appeared in his heart.
The Martial Emperor… died just like that? He found it unbelievable. As the leader of the previous era, even though he had yet to step into the ninth realm of the Martial Dao after his rebirth, he was still a Martial Emperor.
Xiao Shi had thought that he could defeat the other party. After all, ever since he stepped into the Martial Dao, no one in the same realm was his match. Especially as one's realm increased. The stronger he was in the same realm, the more obvious it was.