Ye Qinglian coughed up a mouthful of fresh blood.
The fierce explosion had torn the Luohu ship apart from the inside, creating a "vacuum" within a mile radius around the large ship.
The water flowed backward, resembling an overturned giant bowl.
"You Hai King... self-detonated?"
Jiang Qihu's face turned pale.
This scene was shockingly impactful; he had never imagined things would develop in this way.
"...Yes."
Tang Fengshu silently gazed in the direction where the wreckage of Luohu was sinking.
She knew what kind of person You Hai King was.
But this self-detonation
Indeed was beyond expectation.
Ye Qinglian was somewhat dazed, "A mighty Qing State King, just died like that?"
"Dying like this is better than living a life of ignominy."
Tang Fengshu shook her head and said, "Chu Lin knew, if he did not die, I would strip him of his cultivation and send him to the Imperial City... what he would face next would be the mockery of the Imperial City's officials."
