Lu Shu was breaking people's weapons as he jostled forward. Soon, dozens of individual Practitioners were holding their own broken blades in the crowd with distress written all over their faces…
Lu Shu watched cheerfully as the distress points increased. Suddenly, a number of entries with English names were registered. What happened?
He did not know that at that time, the Pledge leader was angry for the extermination of his team while Coral's comrades were holding grudges against him too…
Lu Shu decided to record them down in his notebook if he had the time. But judging from now, there might be too many to note down one by one.
When he finally made it into the black palace, his Practitioner victims were still pondering about life with their broken weapons. Who the hell did this?! What an ass!
The architecture was pitch-black throughout with a spire hinting at the Thai culture.
