In the hall, all the guests closed their eyes in desperation!
Tonight, were they to witness the fall of a prodigious demonic genius?
Nothing is more sorrowful than the curtain call of a hero!
The entire hall fell silent, save for the sound of Zhou Ming swinging his battle saber, cleaving through the air!
Hope was lost!
This time, it was truly hopeless!
Everyone feared hearing that final, squelching sound!
But...
Squelch!
The sound of slicing through a watermelon ultimately echoed throughout the hall.
Zhou Ming, as the Holy Envoy's chosen agent, was also ruthless and decisive, never giving an opponent a chance to fight back when he seized an opportunity!
It was over!
From the corner of Qiu Wan's eyes, two lines of tears slid down.
She had finally met a man she fancied, but now, barely two days into their good times, was he to meet his end?
Had she become a widow once again?
However... in the future, she probably wouldn't love again!
