The True God Taiyu, who was legendary across the Four Domains, has now fallen.
Standing beside Taiyu's corpse, Zhao Duan put away Taiyu's mobile space, but the black longsword remained in his hand.
His scarlet eyes suddenly tightened, scanning the spectator martial artists who had arrived not long ago.
Everyone shuddered under that gaze, even those martial artists from the same Eastern Domain as Demon Zhao.
"Quick, run!"
"Get out, get out!"
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!"
Figures transformed into streaks of light, swiftly fleeing in all directions.
These martial artists, including the top figures from the Southern and Western Domains, despite their pride, lost the courage to confront Demon Zhao directly after witnessing Taiyu's demise.
"Senior Brother!"
"Greetings, Senior Brother!" The small groups of martial artists from the Eastern Domain did not flee. Instead, they approached Zhao Duan with respect, their faces full of awe.
