Suddenly, the scene fell deathly silent.
After a long while, the Sect Leader of the Xingyi Sect, Lin Chongyang, issued an incredulous cry of astonishment.
"The Dragon Family Ancestor, dead?"
"Yes, dead!"
Qin Tianlong wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and nodded slowly.
At this moment, everyone present gazed in silent awe at the young man in mid-air, who was so young it was almost ridiculous.
Starting today, a legend has come to an end, and a new myth is rising slowly over West Lake.
Immortal Master Li, the youngest grandmaster in all history and in this current age. The legendary feats he has achieved are likely to remain unbroken by future generations. Truly, there were none before him and likely will be none to come.
Li Chen stood in the void, with each step a lotus bloomed, standing atop the clouds, captivated by the charm of West Lake within ten miles.
