Wang Tong nodded as if he had been expecting Tan Bu's breakthrough. Traumatic experiences often formed the nuclei from which power would grow.
Standing beside the collapsed body of Tan Bu, Duo Lun still hung in there. Ever since he came back from the tournament, he had devoted all of his time to cultivation as if he was obsessed with training.
There were only two soldiers left standing by now. Unlike Guan Dongyang's painful expression, Tan Bu's face was placid and indifferent to his physical suffering.
A few seconds later, a smile of resignation found Duo Lun's mouth as the young warrior finally collapsed to the ground.
