The sky kept showering down mutilated corpses with a blood rain.
This scene, even after many years have passed, will remain unforgettable to everyone.
Especially when Xiao Zheng stood proudly amidst the blood rain, his dominating and arrogant presence left a deep imprint in everyone's heart.
"You lost."
Xiao Zheng said indifferently.
He had already dispersed the battle sword in his hand, his whole body emanating a restrained killing intent.
As for Chen Qinghe, the sword in his hand was broken from the center, and there was also a terrifying sword wound on his chest: "You're right, I did lose. I didn't expect your strength to become so terrifying. I couldn't even withstand three moves from you."
"I only made two moves." Xiao Zheng slightly corrected him.
Chen Qinghe let out a bitter smile, and then, heavily injured, he fell unconscious and dropped straight from the void.
