The Blood Sky Ruler was dead.
The man, who had once stood at the peak of the universe and was the leader of a force, had died in the hands of Jian Wushuang.
Above the starry sky, Jian Wushuang stood with his hands behind his back. His black hair was flying, his eyes were burning with fire, and his handsome face was indifferent.
Countless stars were under his feet. He was like a god, the master of the stars.
For a moment, everyone in the minor planetary system had their mouths wide open, and there was silence.
The Blood Sky Ruler had ruled over them for nearly a thousand chaos cycles, and their fear of him had been etched into their bones.
They had never thought that the Blood Sky Ruler would fall at the hands of others one day.
All of this had happened too suddenly. It was like a dream, giving people a sense of surrealism.