Heaven and earth were deathly silent. Even the birds ceased their song.0

Hong Feiguan was dead!0

But he hadn’t died in their duel. Rather, he’d died beneath the fist of a Hong Family immortal’s will!0

This result was entirely unexpected.1

It was also completely incomprehensible. How could an unparalleled figure like Hong Feiguan have considered the rules more important than his own life?1

Everyone, no matter who they were, found this result astonishing!0

“It’s a pity…” Mo Yuanshan sighed. 0

Mo Qingchou had a complicated look on her face too. She suddenly realized that she’d been mistaken this whole time. Hong Feiguan was a prideful, contemptuous figure. He’d rather die than violate the rules of his duel. He naturally was nothing like the Hong Family’s motley old riffraff!2

“Feiguan—!” Hong Jiuchong cried out in grief, his eyes bulging. The other Hong Family old-timers looked similarly grief-stricken and furious.1

Within the Hong Family, Hong Feiguan had extraordinary talent and terrifying foundations. He was a leading figure even amongst descendants of immortals, and his position surpassed even some of their elders.0

Some of their old fogies had long since considered him their next leader, and they were training him accordingly!0

But now…. Hong Feiguan was dead!2

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