"What a terrifying aftershock of battle!"
High up in the treetops, Feng Yuhe looked down at the destroyed shrine and the corpses scattered everywhere, her heart overcome with lingering fear.
If she hadn't avoided it in time, she would have been seriously injured, if not dead.
And this was merely the aftermath of the fight between Duan Qingcang and Hattori Tenzō.
"As expected of Duan Qingcang, true to his name, his power is unfathomable. Probably only the Dragon Emperor can subdue him!"
Feng Yuhe smiled lightly, her gaze shifting toward the ruins of the shrine, waiting for the ultimate battle to unfold.
Feng Tianyou did the same, sheathing his sword and calmly observing the changes in the arena.
...
Above the ruins of the shrine stood a figure in green, proud and alone, with some dust clinging to his clothes, yet seemingly unhindered by it.
On the other side, the ninja garb of Hattori Tenzō was torn, revealing a face of cold resolution.
