Xiao Yi stood proudly upon the altar.
In his hand, the Falling Dust Sword was sloped against the ground, its entirety flickering with a silvery blue cold light, and yet, the longsword, forged from the meteoric iron of a fallen star, did not have even a speck of blood on it.
Nangong Shengji's body was separated from his head, which was staring in rage, filled with unwillingness and regret.
If only he had known, why would he have provoked Xiao Yi?
Now that he has died, the Nangong Family has lost its final support, inevitably becoming the target for many powers to fight over and consume.
Once one of the four great noble houses at their zenith.
From this moment on, they have completely entered the Dark Abyss, with no chance of rising again!
Below the altar.
