The green grass on the island was like a cushion, and fresh, tender flowers hung from the old peach branches, puffing out auspicious red clouds. A warm breeze brushed by and caused the petals to fall down and flicker with a translucent radiance. A sweet fragrance filled the area.
Such an auspicious, peaceful and beautiful island ought to host some refined and intellectual activities, but now it had become grounds for the beating of a cosmic talent.
Yuan Mo was covered in blood from head to toe and was lying beneath an old peach tree.
Zi Luan's small face was deathly white, fearing that it would be her turn to be beaten in the next round. She didn't dare imagine such an image.
Chu Feng had an extremely brilliant smile on his face. Occasionally he would shoot a glance at Lan Shi. He was quite satisfied, but his smile exposed a bit of a demonic nature.
"Fairy Lan, run away! That demon Chu is preparing to attack you!" Someone was warning her from the starry skies.