The death of Long Yunyao caused an uproar comparable to a tidal wave.
The scene was utterly shocking.
Every Cultivator was deeply shaken. Some even caught an intimate glimpse of Long Yunyao, and their hearts pounded wildly.
A trickle of fresh blood still flowed. On the snow-white ground of the Ancient Battlefield, the crimson pool was as striking as plum blossoms in the snow.
It was blood from the wound where she had been pierced.
"This Ye Tianling... he seemed normal enough before. His actions toward Ouyang Ruoxue were so heartwarming. I actually thought he was a righteous and brilliant prodigy."
A Saintess sighed, filled with contempt for Ye Tianling's actions.
"He's wickedly charming and unrestrained, completely unconventional. That Long Yunyao verbally insulted the Qingzhuo Saintess. It's only natural she'd face such a brutal reprisal!"
A Saint Child who couldn't bear to listen snorted.
