Gideon Li strode forward, his entire body surging with spiritual energy, looking every bit like a god. In an instant, he was right in front of Evan Lin!
"Die! You're nothing but a dying man! The might of the Immortal Emperor is long gone—today I'll send you to the afterlife!"
Gideon Li's voice boomed across the square.
As soon as he finished speaking, he lunged forward, body flashing through the air.
Everyone thought Evan Lin was about to be killed by Gideon Li right then and there.
In the eyes of the crowd—
The Nocturne Emperor standing there slowly lifted a finger and traced lightly through the air.
A three-foot-long sword edge materialized out of thin air in front of him.
He raised his hand again and traced another line.
The sword edge shot forward, slicing through the air, and collided with Gideon Li's massive body in an instant.
In the next moment—
Gideon Li was split apart, his whole body falling to the ground like a rag doll.
One strike, instant kill.
Clean and decisive.
"D—dead? He's dead?"
"Wasn't the Nocturne Emperor supposed to have lost all his cultivation? How is this possible!"
"What the heck just happened?"
Those hiding in the shadows were utterly shaken, their minds in turmoil by the scene before them.
They hesitated, wavering, eyes on Evan Lin like hungry beasts, wanting to rush up and kill him—yet none dared to make a move.
Beside him, Hailey Huai stared blankly at Evan Lin.