After the cheers, Qin Yang recalled the Ziwei Divine Sword and slowly descended to the ground.
The moment his feet touched down, the people around them surged forward, forming a tight circle around him.
"Young Master, it's been hard on you."
Liu Wushuang walked forward, parting the crowd before him, and respectfully dropped to one knee.
"Sealing the Beast God… in five hundred years, you are the only one who could have accomplished it."
"With such a feat, it would be no exaggeration to call you the savior of the Human Race!"
"Yes! Elder Wushuang is right!"
Elder Li walked forward, trembling, his white beard fluttering with excitement. "Young Master, you are the great benefactor of our entire Human Race!"
"If not for your plan, all of us gathered here today… I'm afraid we would have become food for the Beast God!"
As his voice fell, countless gazes focused on Qin Yang.
