"The Holy Church is finished..."
Po Jun's vitality gradually dissipated from his face until it was completely extinguished.
Xiao Yi's bloodstained palm let fall a shattered heart onto the ground, as he flew towards the people of Xiaoshanhe Institute with Po Jun's body in one hand. Suspended in midair, he held Po Jun's body with one hand, allowing the fresh blood to gush from the hole in the chest, and fall like a blood rain.
Inside and outside the martial battlefield, there was complete silence.
Not even the sound of breathing could be heard.
Everyone held their breath and watched in stunned silence at Po Jun's corpse in Xiao Yi's hand.
This was a strong man at the Peak of Earth Venerate Realm!
In any state, he could be the pillar of a dominating force, ensuring the prosperity of his power for thousands of years, and yet, Po Jun, as powerful as he was, had died miserably at the hands of Xiao Yi, who was no more than in his early twenties.
