He hadn't even finished speaking before the Cloud Dragon and Wind Tiger pounced.
"Pah, worthless trash!" Lü Zhong spat a wad of bloody phlegm as he stared at the mangled heap of flesh and blood.
'He truly admired that old Daoist and the Daoist Nun.'
'They had fought to the death, their only thought for the good of their Sect, and they were willing to give their lives for it.'
'If they knew the one they'd protected to the very end was such a life-clinging, death-fearing coward, they'd be so furious they'd probably leap out of the Yellow Springs.'
THUD. The Flying Ship crashed to the ground.
Lü Zhong lay sprawled on the ground, panting heavily.
'Whatever the process, he had won in the end.'
As he thought of this, a smile spread across his blood-smeared face.
...
Above the Chenyuan Palace Secret Realm, the sky-piercing pillar of light first weakened, then completely disappeared.
This meant that the Secret Realm, open for a month, was finally closing.
