Two Tyrant's Dust Brushes took the lives of Lin Han and his group of four. Repeating the same move again, what could it do? It's a skill. No matter how unwilling they are, no matter how they think Ling Tianyu is shameless, what can they do?
Victory or defeat is the key.
When dealing with enemies, Ling Tianyu never shows mercy.
His wife, Duan Yanran, was also watching, the light screen kept open.
His mother, Wen Jing, and others were also watching; they knew how cruel the battlefield could be.
"Yanran, what kind of weapon is that whisk in Tianyu's hand?" Wen Jing couldn't help but ask. The whisk in her son's hand was truly formidable.
"That is the Nine Realms Mansion's treasure—Tyrant's Dust Brush," Duan Yanran recognized it, saying, "Unfortunately, the Nine Realms Mansion Master has fallen."
"He took it from the spirit altar before he went—it seems he had no choice."
