"Dragon Lord, he's dead." A subordinate approached Dragon Lord.
Dragon Lord revealed a wicked smile, "A very resilient life. I spent three whole days finding out the news myself, he is indeed a martial artist."
"So, Dragon Lord, how should we handle the body?"
Dragon Lord stretched lazily and waved his hand, "It does not meet my aesthetic, throw it directly into the river."
"Yes."
A heavily wounded body was carried out by two subordinates. The condition of the corpse was so gruesome that it could barely be described as human. Its skin had been peeled off, and even the eye sockets contained deep pits where the eyeballs had been gouged out.
The expression on the corpse's face, if it could be called that, was not one of despair or pain at the moment of death, but rather a kind of joy that resembled liberation.
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