The summit of Bagnamo Mountain.
It was in utter ruins.
The mountaintop was littered with nothing but shattered fragments of Dark Iron and rubble. From afar, it truly confirmed Zheng Xiu's initial boast: to level this mountain.
Feng Bei's black hair, which had been dancing as if in a wind, slowly settled. She dispelled the Longbow in her left hand and gazed at Zheng Xiu's somewhat lonesome back. Anyone who didn't know better might have thought the person who had died before him was not a mortal enemy, but an old friend.
But Feng Bei knew the truth. What had died before Zheng Xiu was the answer.
Using his palm as a blade, Zheng Xiu brought his hand up and down in a swift motion, easily chopping off Zhu's head.
The head, its eyes devoid of light, rolled into the distance. The headless body slumped to the ground.
Zheng Xiu shook the [Surprise Cage] again, producing the Tang Saber "Broken Moon." He then hacked Zhu's corpse into hundreds of pieces.
