Under Kui’s astonished gaze, Meng Jingtian lightly pulled the black and white bracelets on his wrists. A saber and a sword appeared in his hands.
He lightly stood up, and the Azure Dragon Chair transformed into a suit of armor that appeared on his body.
It had already ended before it had even begun.
Meng Jingtian seemed to be standing still on the spot, but the saber and sword in his hands began to spurt out blood.
Another strange heavy rain started to fall from the sky. Wind, fireballs, flowers... and other things mixed together and fell from the sky.
The “Heavy rain”fell on Meng Jingtian, but he didn’t Dodge and let these things fall on him.
He put away the knife and sword in his hand and turned them into a bracelet, which he put on his left wrist.
He raised his hand and accurately caught a fruit with pitch-black skin among the messy things that fell from the sky. He put it into his mouth and took a bite.
This was the ‘heavenly mourning’that represented Kui’s fall.
