The oppressive, gloomy feeling vanished in an instant, and the surroundings returned to their original appearance.
Between heaven and earth, only he remained.
The Cultivators of Blood Beast Valley had vanished, as if they had been cast into the Hell Abyss.
Countless people in the Black Market stared, dumbfounded at the sight.
"He… He won?"
Luo Baitong was in a daze.
He rubbed his eyes. He knew it wasn't an illusion, but he simply couldn't believe it.
'Was the Venerable Soul Banner really that powerful? Could it truly kill over thirty Cultivators from Blood Beast Valley?'
Not far away, Mo Wanwan's face had gone pale.
Her gaze was vacant as she stared at the scene in utter disbelief.
'How could this be…'
'Yan Yu was stronger than her, yet he had still died at Li Chang'an's hand.'
In other words, if Mo Feng hadn't stopped her that day...
...she would have died at Li Chang'an's hand long ago, becoming just another of the countless souls inside the Venerable Soul Banner!
