"Let's go!"
nangong yu took one last look at the fu family's gate before turning around and walking in another direction.
her hands were clenched tightly by her sides. her expression was serious, and her face was pale under the sunlight.
……
Heavenly Imperial mountain.
In the depths of the forest, the long sword in the young man's hand ruthlessly stabbed into the patterned Tiger's abdomen. Blood suddenly spurted out and dyed his green robe red, adding a hint of killing intent to the young man's youthful face.
The striped Tiger in front of him roared angrily and fell into a pool of blood. It was as dead as dead could be.
the young man no longer looked at the patterned tiger and slowly walked forward.
Not far away, a bright red Spirit fruit was swaying and glowing, shining with a red light like fresh blood.
