Under the feet, bright red blood flowed horizontally.

The colorful gold and the dazzling scarlet are undoubtedly the most vivid colors under this night sky.

Finally, after eight consecutive fist blows, the world returned to peace.

The dust cleared and the fighting ceased.

The entire Yunding Mountain was completely silent.

It was as if time stood still.

In the big world, only the breeze sweeps through, and only the man stands proudly.

On the top of the Nine Heavens, Ye Fan stood proudly.

At his feet, thousands of people look up to him.

Like the most devout believer, looking up at the gods! !

The Tianhe River is silent, and the vegetation is silent.

Only that Ye Fan stands proudly, only that thunderstorm sweeps across.

"Grandpa?"

Chu Qitian froze in place.

All the anger and worry before had now turned into endless panic and tremors.

He looked at the scene ahead in disbelief.

He couldn't believe that his grandfather lost to Ye Fan?

The person he most admired and respected in his heart would lose to the person he despised the most?

Not only Chu Tianfan, but also the powerful Trumen suffered a great defeat.

The original offensive on Yunding Mountain stopped instantly.

Everyone turned their heads and looked at the place where Chu Yuan fell with eyes full of sadness.

"Did you lose?"

"I, Truman's glory, is it really over?"

For a moment, an unspeakable sadness and loss swept through the entire Truman.

On the other hand, the members of the Dragon God Palace were overjoyed after a brief shock.

"Hahaha"

"Won!"

"Victorious!"

"Our Dragon Lord is the most powerful."

Many people began to raise their arms and cheer, and the excited voice resounded throughout Yunding Mountain. JrNovels.com