The body remained motionless, its white clothes stained with blood. Ning Chuan had lost his vitality and was killed on the spot.
The scene was too shocking—his head was pierced by a Sword of Light, blood flowed down, and the Six-Crowned King met his demise, stunning the Fallen Immortal Ridge.
No one could believe it. Ning Chuan was dead, killed by the Shi Clan brothers. Was this the end for the one acclaimed as invincible for six generations?
"Oh my God, Ning Chuan has been killed!"
What a sensational event; this would cause a great upheaval in the Immortal Ancient!
The various races among the mountain ridges were all trembling with fear.
"He's dead. It's really hard to believe. The Six-Crowned King, reputed as unmatched for six generations, how could he fall here…"
For some, it was like a dream, too surreal. The unparalleled prodigy, Ning Chuan, had withered away here.
Outside, all sects were even more shaken.
