Chapter 57: Mercy? Never heard of it.
Seeing the scene, the elders from the Grand Lotus Sect began to sweat on their foreheads, their once-arrogant expressions collapsing like crumbling twin towers of land, across ten seas.
Dhup! Dup!
Dhup! Dup!
Their eyes widened, hearts galloping with dread, the rhythm of fear drumming louder than any battlefield.
Their Sect Master was dead just like that, and even the artifact was now in Zhao’s hand, that’s why it’s always recommended to check the depth of water before jumping in.
One by one, without a word, they turned into beams of trembling light, streaking across the sky like desperate fireflies fleeing a forest ablaze, abandoning their previous arrogant pride in the face of unspeakable calamity.
Mind must use one, unless he wants to be Once.
But Young Master had no mercy to grant, once you crossed paths with Young Master Zhao, your destiny shall end in blood.
The sky cracked not with thunder, but with an ancient groan, like the groaning of a gate that should never open.
From the void, a demonic gate emerged, vast and eternal, glowing with ancient qi and runes. Those runes alone breaking the space and blurring the reality.
Those moved like living things covered in, weeping black mist and echoing the murmurs of those long-buried without names...