"No harm, no harm..."
The old man caught his breath, slowly crawling up from the corner, letting out a hoarse laugh.
Wanting to kill a Special Grade Curse Forbidden Master, inciting a clash between two Special Grade Curse Forbidden Masters, and walking a tightrope between them to successfully execute the plan was an almost impossibly slim hope to begin with.
Limp Seventh Brother had already placed life and death, success and failure, outside his considerations. A man with this level of resolve would not be deterred, doing what he must until the very end of his life.
*
Cen Dongsheng raised his head, gazing at the sky above, so starkly different from the chaos on the ground. That light fell upon the remnants of what was once a street lined with shops, now reduced to rubble and broken walls.
He lowered his head again, looking at the Human-Demon he had defeated with his fists. Its head was gone—vanished—while only half of its colossal body remained, lying still in the empty ruins.
