Cao Bin's head rolled to the side, his eyes wide open, as if still clinging to the unwillingness of his last moments.
Su Yu let out a long breath. The weight that had been pressing on his heart for so long was finally lifted.
For the longest time, that name had been like a mountain crushing the Su Family, suffocating them and forcing him to train relentlessly day and night. Now that he had become a Martial Artist and exacted his revenge, the path forward seemed to brighten considerably.
After stowing away his Nine-Ring Saber, Su Yu deftly began to search Cao Bin's blood-soaked corpse.
He mused to himself as he searched.
'In the end, even a Martial Artist is just another person. We bleed the same blood and can die in an instant.'
'In a world like this, the only way to keep living is to become stronger!'
His search yielded a few items.
