"Who's there?"
"Here to collect the body!"
At this moment, Tang Yi, standing on the Sword of Martial Soul, arrived above Penglai Pavilion under the gaze of the crowd.
Tang Yi did not descend but quietly watched from above, gazing at the distant Lu Ren, hanging in mid-air.
By then, Lu Ren had no breath left; her face was pallid and bloodless. In the center of her forehead was a tiny blood hole, inflicted by the Pavilion Master's unique secret technique, the "Lingxi Finger"!
"I'm sorry!"
Looking at Lu Ren's lifeless yet still beautiful face, Tang Yi's voice trembled as he spoke.
Tang Yi knew that if it weren't for him, this beautiful girl would not have met a tragic death, nor would she have been subjected to the inhuman humiliation of her corpse being hung for all to see after her passing.
"How audacious!"
