There was a deathly stillness in the depths of Mount Lu. To their surprise, this was the final outcome!
This was someone who had been trained with the ancient methods used for the Heavenly Cavalry—one who had gone through the baptism of fire and blood, climbed out of the pile of corpses, and had ample combat experience. In the end, such a person had been beheaded with one swing of a sword, his head rolling far into the distance.
The Hundred Transformations Saint Child's silky black hair danced crazily behind him. The gentle smile on his face was still there, but now it carried a type of coldness with beams of lustrous radiance shooting out from his eyes.
He was somewhat angry. The two domain researchers and the horseman that he had personally trained had met violent deaths one after another.
In addition, hearing that native speak and issue challenges to his face made his expression go dark.
