Inside the camp.
Silence reached its peak.
The wind came to a halt.
The clouds in the sky seemed to have frozen in place.
The entire world seemed to be cast with a Binding Spell, causing time and space to stagnate.
Everyone's gaze was fixed on Xiao Yi.
In front of him...
The green fist light quietly dissipated.
Along with it, Zheng Xiaoyu, known for his immortality, also vanished.
The dignified Yellow Sand Body.
Immortal body.
This talent made Zheng Xiaoyu unafraid even when facing stronger masters, maintaining his pride.
Because he had the prideful confidence!
He was immortal!
But now...
He was killed.
Moreover, he was blown apart by Xiao Yi's flesh and blood punch.
This scene was both shocking for the strong of the Judgment Camp and filled them with excitement and thrill. Every one of them had looks of excitement, their faces flushed with elation.
"Hahaha, the Saint Heir is mighty!"
