"Boom!!!"
Under Heu Yiming's extremely threatening words, Ling Xiao's giant palm pressed down on him fiercely!
A storm of dust was stirred up and spread around like a hurricane.
A huge seal, a full five thousand zhang wide, was imprinted deeply onto the ground.
Witnessing this scene, even though battles raged on elsewhere, many people were stunned.
"Heu Yiming... is dead?"
"How dare you kill someone in the Heavenly Talents Battle!!!"
"Hahaha, Heaven's wrath is forgivable, but self-inflicted misfortune spells doom!"
Voices of schadenfreude spread like wildfire.
Many believed Heu Yiming had died, crushed by Ling Xiao's palm.
Because, regardless of the palm's power or aura, its overwhelming might made them feel as if they were hovering between life and death.
Even Su Han furrowed his brow slightly, wondering if Ling Xiao had really gone too far?
In the next instant, the laughs of these heavenly talents abruptly stopped—
