"Ah!"
The anguished scream from above the heavens rang out, clear and sharp, then was abruptly cut off.
It was like spring thunder pounding through their eardrums!
Like lightning piercing through the mind!
Looking around the entire arena, the vast majority had never heard the voice of a Rift Lord with their own ears; only a handful had ever been fortunate enough to receive a Rift Lord's teachings... Yet no matter who they were, none had ever heard a Rift Lord scream in agony!
They were stunned.
Utterly, completely stunned.
Their minds went blank, their hearts turned cold, and chills ran through their bodies.
"What was that sound?"
A million cultivators became living statues, suspended in the air all around, each slowly and stiffly raising their eyes to gaze up at the starry sky.
"That was Rift Lord Bart's voice..."
"Did I hear wrong? It must have been my imagination..."
The people of Jade Lake Sect turned deathly pale, unable to trust their own senses, even less willing to face such a cruel truth.
Though it came and went quickly, that shockingly brief scream carried a concept so terrifying and world-shaking that it was branded deep into everyone’s hearts, shaking the very foundation of their faith.
A Rift Lord was injured!
A single blade-light split the world—Rift Lord Bart was wounded!
"Why is it so quiet?"
The girl stood behind Andrew Han, nervously clutching his leg, poking her little head out and sneaking a glance.
She didn’t understand.
She had no idea what a Rift Lord truly meant.