The entire Hongmen City was instantly plunged into a deadly silence.
Before the outcome was decided, the Cold Resistance Level crowd in the South City was chatting enthusiastically, speculating on who would win or lose.
But once the result was clear, no one dared to speak.
Everyone had clearly seen the battle between the two figures in the sky.
The Beishuo Lord, Yang Zhun, was defeated!
"How is that possible?"
"The Lord was defeated?"
"How could the Lord possibly lose?"
Over ten thousand people in the South City all looked up at Xia Hong, their faces full of shock. Some Cold Resistance Level individuals from Beishuo had dilated pupils and horrified expressions. A few even started trembling, muttering "impossible," clearly unable to accept Yang Zhun's defeat.
Before everyone could recover from their disbelief,
the situation in the sky changed dramatically again.
