Xuanyuan Divine Race, Supreme Ancestor, Xuanyuan Zhou—
Fallen!
...
On the other side, seeing the ancestor and his Spirit Beast both brutally slaughtered, Xuanyuan Ce was already terrified out of his wits, completely devoid of fighting spirit, caught by Lee Zhen's attack and severely injured.
Lin Chen's icy gaze then fell upon him.
"No! Don't kill me! I..."
Xuanyuan Ce begged in terror, but what greeted him was Lin Chen's merciless finger strike.
Poof!
A flash of blood, a bloody hole appeared in Xuanyuan Ce's forehead.
The once arrogant prodigy of the Xuanyuan Race, who boasted of achieving supreme glory under Lin Chen's name, now followed in his ancestor's footsteps, full of fear and regret.
The old and the young, two divine dragons.
Today, they both fell here!
The entire battlefield was plunged into a deathly silence.
All the spectators stood frozen, as if immobilized by a spell, their faces filled with indescribable shock and amazement.
Dead...
Really... all dead?
