The Blood River Divine Sword, nourished by the preternatural power of dual opposition, was like a demonic light spanning the sky, eradicating all illuminated things.
Such as that ingeniously crafted rockery, the thick walls on both sides, and that proud head.
By the time the Martial Ancestors from all sides reacted, Xiang Ange, as important as the sun, had already been beheaded and fell heavily onto the desk.
Through the wall pierced by the Blood River Divine Sword, they saw a blood-drenched ghastly face and half of Demon Lord Gou Chen's mask, while the inflated Star Robe rose into the vacuum, enraging the Martial Ancestors of the strategists' chambers.
Xiang Ange was dead, but Tang Luo's actions had not yet ended. If he didn't cause a big commotion, how would he lure back the Xiang Family warriors from the south of the city?
"Stop chasing."
