Lu Changsheng had long known that in battles between Dao Foundation experts like them, once one was obliterated, they would most often be reduced to dust and ashes. Apart from certain special items, nothing else would be left behind.
Better to prepare in advance and record everything. This way, it would be proof that Lu Changsheng had slain Mo Lei.
Witnessing this scene, Mo Lei's two companions shook uncontrollably, their hearts overwhelmed with relief.
"Mo Lei is dead. He's actually dead?"
"I didn't expect Mo Lei would die at the hands of a martial artist who mastered a single Law. We are all wielders of one Law—while there might be differences in strength, they are usually limited, making it difficult to kill opponents of the same rank. However, this Dao Foundation expert has mastered pinnacle Divine Arts, an advantage that's simply too overwhelming."
"Thankfully, we didn't get involved in this affair earlier. Let's leave now. Don't stay on Hidden Mist Mountain."
