These lightning bolts were too bizarre and also carried the power of the heavenly dao. Ordinary people couldn’t understand them at all.

The molten iron had completely sealed this man. As the lightning dissipated, the iron hardened. The iron man stood beneath an apricot tree with flowers fluttering everywhere, mixing with the snow. It was a particularly lonely and cold painting!

He had lost all signs of life!

“Could this be a supreme heretical master attacking in secret to take out this Thousand-man Commander?” Many suddenly had this thought.

“The heretics are too despicable! They’re afraid of his power and had to resort to this method to kill him!”

“This is the way of the heretical schools? Soldier fight against soldiers while generals deal with generals! How can the older generation interfere in a battle between youths?!”

The majority of the spectators felt injustice for this Thousand-man Commander. Some were full of remorse...