Tongshen Cliff.
A dead silence pervaded.
After Xia Chen had left, the remaining mythical beasts looked at the blood mist filling the sky, not daring to move.
Chen Yuan, having been through a great battle, still wore his white clothes free of any dust, as if he were a real immortal.
But in the eyes of the many mythical beasts, this youth in white was akin to a God Demon.
Especially the four Beast Kings, most of whom had been cultivating for a thousand years and had also battled with the Eight Sect Earth Immortals.
Yet, they had never seen so many Earth Immortals fall in such a short span of time.
Do they not know what esteemed status Earth Immortals hold in the Ancient Realm?
In the Ancient Realm, excluding those whose life expectancy had ended naturally, it was rare to see even one Earth Immortal fall in a hundred years.
