"Yan Ji!"
"WOOF, WOOF, WOOF—"
"I need some of your blood!" Wang Xiu said with a slight smile, carrying the Asura Heaven Punishment Sword as he walked toward Disaster Brood.
Yan Ji's pupils shrank as she shivered in a corner.
...
Above the peaks of Sanqing, it was so peaceful that one could almost hear the beat of their own hearts. Although they couldn't see exactly what was happening in the small courtyard, they could hear the terrifying commotion of the battle, which was more than enough to paint a picture in their minds.
What would be the outcome of this battle?
WHOOSH!
A dark shadow suddenly flew into the night sky.
Countless gazes followed, only to realize it was a severed head.
"It's Yi Chen!"
"Yi Chen is dead! Wang Xiu won!"
"How is this possible? Wang Xiu was already seriously injured and was ambushed by Yi Chen, yet he still won?"
"It seems this Saint Heir of Sanqing has many methods we're unaware of!"
