The old man was dead.
A legendary Dao Supreme realm existence had actually fallen!
Everyone was silent.
The higher one's cultivation level was, the more one could sense the grief and indignation in the old man's words.
The old man did not hate Ding Yue.
It was not that he was unwilling to die at Ding Yue's hands, but he hated the heavens.
The heavens were merciless!
Ding Yue looked up at the sky. The heavens clearly referred to that mysterious force.
He looked at the geniuses present.
Most of them were confused.
There were even some who lost confidence in their cultivation path.
What was the point of cultivating if in the end it was all for nothing.
"Cultivation is to defy the heavens. If the heavens don't allow it, then crush the heavens!"
Ding Yue's voice was cold and arrogant.