In the end, Ye Fan's seal of life and death exhausted its last strength and scattered into nothingness.

And Chu Yuan, covered in blood, fell from the sky like a kite with a broken thread.

Finally, with a bang, it fell to the ground.

Bright red blood splashed all over the ground.

The dazzling scarlet almost dyed the world red. The battle is over.

All the chaos and noise, at this moment, all stop.

The wind is not blowing, the grass is not shaking.

The whole world seemed to stand still.

The wind and sand have subsided, but the sky is still full of stars.

Everything seems to have not changed.

Everything seems to have changed again!

silence! silence! silence!

There was a long silence.

The vast world, at this moment, turned out to be completely silent.

Everyone froze in place.

Chu Tianqi's eyes were fixed, and his eyes were already the same size as his age.

Anderman waited for Elder Truman with his mouth open, and he forgot to breathe in fright.

As for the rest of the Trumen, it was even more like being struck by lightning.

They all stood there in a daze for a long time, unable to make any sound.

"Did you lose?"

"Old master, is he really defeated like this?"

"That's it, is it over?"

The Truman people murmured.

And tears, unknowingly, flowed down from the corners of their eyes.

Even now, they still find it hard to believe their eyes.

The lord of the Trumen, the god of the world.

That supreme powerhouse who has ruled the world for hundreds of years, that divine existence that has made countless people fearful, and that man who commanded the world to be followed by countless people, is he still defeated after all his cards are played?

Lost to a young man.

Lost to, an outcast.

Lost to his grandson. JrNovels.com