After the great battle, Celestial Beam Mountain fell into a deathly silence. All the Cultivators who had rushed over stared blankly at the young man standing atop the summit, his hands clasped behind his back.
The cliff wind gusted, sending Chen Che's long hair flying and his robes snapping in the wind.
Lu Wanli was dead.
But that wasn't the terrifying part.
What was terrifying was that he had come specifically to ambush and kill Chen Che. Yet, up to the moment of his death, he hadn't even managed to take a single step onto Celestial Beam Mountain. From start to finish, he had been utterly dominated by Chen Che. His one and only chance to turn the tables had been effortlessly countered.
And that was to say nothing of his opponent's final sword strike.
'Is this Valley Master Chen truly so fearsome?'
"He must be a spent force, right?"
"Perhaps…"
