The oppressive silence pressed down on everyone—Bai Clan elders, Mei Clan members, and countless disciples who had watched the duel unfold with bated breath.
Blood pooled beneath Mo Yichen's lifeless body, his pale, withered face frozen in despair.
His empty eyes stared into nothingness, the brilliant light of a Heaven's Chosen snuffed out in an instant.
For a long moment, no one dared to speak.
Bai Zihan's cold, indifferent gaze swept across the silent crowd.
His once-pristine robes were tattered, his body marked with wounds, but he stood tall and calm.
Then, he leaned down, his bloodied hand calmly reaching for the Eternal Spirit Sword, still gleaming faintly beside Mo Yichen's corpse.
"Mine now!"
He muttered, the corner of his lips twitching into a faint smile.
This was the cheat item that had propelled Mo Yichen to the status of a Heaven's Chosen.
