The piercing cold wind howled as it swept through the split peaks of Mount Prajna.
Those present and absent, everyone who witnessed this scene fell silent.
No one anticipated that the grand event of the thousand sects would culminate in such a situation.
Countless arrogant prodigies from various sects died just like that, along with the renowned Shangqing Mountain becoming a ruin.
And the one who acted, was Xue An alone.
Such a feat was enough to make anyone obediently shut their mouths, not daring even to look directly at Xue An.
At this moment,
Xue An slowly lifted his head and looked towards the stage.
The stage, once prosperous, was now devoid of its former glory, with most renowned prodigies already dead, leaving only some insignificant sect disciples.
So when Xue An's gaze fell upon them, they all shuddered in unison, their faces turning pale in an instant.
