Ah——
Ah——
Ah——
The heart-wrenching cry pierced through the clouds, echoing between heaven and earth.
The entire Main City of the Xuan Clan seemed to tremble because of it.
The ground shook and the mountains swayed.
The heavens were torn apart.
Yet not a single one of the millions of citizens felt fear, their faces lit up with excitement and joy.
Dongmen Nu finally got his comeuppance!
Mo Ningxiang's face was expressionless, the Silver Sword in her hand drenched in blood, dropping down bit by bit.
On the ground, a pool of striking red blood.
Dongmen Nu writhed in agony, continually letting out pitiful roars from his mouth.
His ears were sliced off, his eyes gouged out.
He grimaced in pain, sometimes holding his eyes, sometimes his ears.
Blood continuously seeped from those four places.
"Mo Ningxiang!"
He roared hoarsely and hysterically.
Mo Ningxiang remained indifferent, coldly watching, or perhaps admiring.
"I'm going to kill you!"
"I will definitely kill you!"
