At this moment, a heart-palpitating wave was felt.
Qin Ming looked up, gazing towards the horizon.
The night sky exploded, a brilliant beam of light coming from afar. The dispersed crowd, each moving to different places, all looked up to the sky, focusing on the same direction.
"The Great Grandmaster... has arrived!" Someone exclaimed in the forest.
However, the great battle had already ended half a quarter of an hour ago, and the Huang Family's Grandmaster was evidently late.
Those close to the family sighed in regret, lamenting that if this Grandmaster had come a little earlier, the legendary figure Huang Zhaoting wouldn't have met such a tragic end.
"What, Zhaoting... has fallen?"
In the night sky, the elderly man with hair and beard as white as snow, roared like a wounded silver lion, his voice shaking the heavens, and the silver-white light he emitted distorted the void.
