Mrs. Zeng had died!
Her spine was trampled and shattered alive.
The entirety of Ya City bore witness to this scene, including the few remaining Martial Warriors Mrs. Zeng had brought.
Everyone stared in disbelief at the thinly clad woman whose presence was terrifying. The chilly rain finally began to fall slowly, dampening her shoulders.
The rain soaked her hair, which slid from her jade forehead to the corners of her eyes, and the droplets followed the curve of her eyes and cheeks...
Loneliness and cold seemed to be an unshakeable destiny that would follow her forever.
Ruan Muhuan had never imagined that she would become a Martial Saint, crushing Mrs. Zeng under her feet as if in a dream.
But there was not a trace of joy in her heart. She had always assumed that power was the only pursuit for survival in this world, yet when she finally obtained it, direction suddenly eluded her.
