"No! This can't be happening… this can't be real!"
Lu Ben's scream echoed only within his own mind, his face turning pale as all color drained away.
His entire body trembled uncontrollably as his eyes locked onto the fallen figure of his master.
Shi Dong… lay motionless on the ground. Defeated. No… crushed!
And the most terrifying part wasn't the defeat itself… but how it had happened.
In Lu Ben's memories, his master was an untouchable existence.
A peak expert of the Spirit Severing Realm, someone who stood at the summit of power in his eyes.
A man who had walked through countless storms of blood and slaughter, emerging victorious time and time again.
An old monster. A legend. Someone Lu Ben believed would never fall so easily. And yet…
Lin Feng hadn't moved. Not a step. Not a finger. He had simply looked at him.
And Shi Dong had collapsed like a puppet with its strings cut.
