"Pathetic!"
Watching the Netherworld Prison Master lying lifeless on the ground, everyone except Xiao Yi was utterly stunned, unable to recover from their shock for a long time.
Gulp!
Zhang Ming swallowed hard, glancing at the equally frozen He Ju and Asura War God beside him. "Am—am I seeing things? As powerful as the Netherworld Prison Master was, did the Master just slay him with one strike?"
The Netherworld Prison Master, a being standing ninety-five steps on the Path of the Great Dao.
Among the four Prison Masters, he was universally acknowledged as the strongest.
And yet...
He was killed by Xiao Yi with a single sword strike?
Before coming here, they'd all been prepared for an intense and brutal battle.
But for it to just end so casually?
He Ju wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, his lips trembling slightly, "It—it's not an illusion, right…"
Whew!
