Civil Unrest
Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Crack!
Half a day later, a hole was formed on Dongfang Tianfeng's forehead with a dull thud. Blood gushed out from the wound. With a dazzled, bizarre look in her eyes, she turned into a puff of smoke and dissipated.
Su Yu was the only one left in the spacious, huge martial tower apart from a petite, adorable little girl.
"Young Lord, your combat power is truly one of a kind! No one in the world can rival you! The 20,000 challengers combined couldn't beat you even when you were all by yourself." Shengge was beaming with jubilance.
"When did you learn to flatter?" Su Yu dusted off his palms and picked up the silver pearls which had been scattered on the ground, as well as the Heavenly Orchid Silver Bamboo Sword.
Dongfang Tianfeng was the last one alive. By the time she was killed, all other challengers had perished.