Rumble—
Lead-gray clouds were piling up, and spring thunder rumbled as the originally gentle spring rain began to turn into a downpour.
Bean-sized raindrops pounded on the tent on the White Jade Square, bouncing repeatedly as if imbued with life, causing the tent to undulate and make a sound akin to frying beans.
The distinct raindrops pounded onto the exposed parts of the White Jade Square, making the ground resemble a lake, bursting into vibrant ripples.
At this moment, the battle in the rain curtain had already come to an end.
Accompanied by the rain exploding into mist, a figure crashed violently onto the ground, spitting out crimson blood.
Even though it was a Chulong Victory Conference, the battles were indeed bloody; after all, how could a confrontation not be bloody?
Everyone was in it for victory; only ruthlessness can secure true victory.
