At the peak of the Hollow Void, a Bei Luo swordsman with great potential to become a War God perished within the Thousand Tents Palace.
Neither side shied away from death, neither took a single step back.
"With a heart firm in purpose, one can attain the Dao, very commendable."
Su Chengyu sighed with emotion, while beside him, Irina was already in tears.
She had witnessed such scenes before, but experiences over the past decade had selectively erased those memories from years ago.
The death of her most loyal guard couldn't help but remind her of that past.
"Your Majesty, Lady Natasha died gloriously."
"Yes, but she shouldn't have died! None of the Bei Luo people here should die!"
Irina spoke firmly, her gaze fixed on the approaching Thousand Tents Palace: "Thousand Tents Great Hall, the solitary confinement room on the underground level."
"I understand."
Su Chengyu raised his hand, and the Dragon Slayer Sword instantly appeared beneath their feet.
