Gao Wusheng, dead!
When Qin Zheng's blade fell, and the sorrowful head rolled at his feet.
A sense of relief suddenly arose in his heart.
This man, burdened with grievous sins, had finally been executed by his own hand!
It seemed as if countless souls, wrongfully deceased because of him, were celebrating below in the yellow springs, thanking Qin Zheng.
"Rest in peace, everyone!"
Thus Qin Zheng silently said in his heart.
He had not wished for Gao Wusheng's death to be this easy.
At the very least... he had wanted him to experience the pain of being devoured and bones eroded by monsters!
Unfortunately, the two Gao Clan Grandmasters protecting Gao Wusheng were indeed quite powerful.
Much stronger than Li Ye, who fraternized with the monsters, which had forced Qin Zheng to exhaust himself in response.
Now, being able to sever Gao Wusheng's head was the result of a sacrifice made through injury.
