The Third Prince

The sun re-emerged from the darkness. Sunset City had returned to its former beauty.

Ling Xian floated in midair, supported by a giant pair of snowy wings, shielded by a glamorous golden armor and holding a magnificent halberd. He appeared to have descended from the top of nine Heavens.

The dark, gargantuan mountain was no more.

The entire city descended into a state of shock.

Mouths fell open. The spectators went mute. No one could believe what they had just witnessed.

After a long moment of pause, the crowd began to wake up from this dream.

"My goodness, how strong is this child? That was the Mayor’s Heaven-turning Stamp!"

"This is usually enough to kill multiple opponents. How can this kid break it so easily?"

"Impossible, just impossible!"

The crowd was overcome by a wave of unrest. Everyone was staring at the strange visitor in awe and amazement.

"Mayor of Sunset City, do you admit your defeat?"