"The winner becomes a Prince, the loser a bandit. Mo Xuan, just kill me!" Yao Cang stared at Mo Xuan. At this point, he already understood what his end would be. Even if he didn't want to die, it was no longer up to him.
So he might as well be a little more carefree.
"I'll grant your wish!" Just then, Bai Aotian barked, his great hand clawing out. With a thunderous boom, Yao Cang's body was crushed to pieces.
With this, in the Thousand Cities, all hundred City Lords had fallen.
And the Yao Cang who had dreamed of ruling the Thousand Cities was now miserably dead by Bai Aotian's hand.
"Is it over?" In the distance, the terror in the hearts of the crowd still couldn't calm. The corpses strewn all over the ground were all terrifying existences of the Divine Separation Realm.
Yet who could have imagined that in today's battle they would all perish here?
Some even looked at Xiao Tianyu with deep respect and fear on their faces.
