Clang...
Shen Feng's jade cup thunderously fell to the ground, and he staggered backward, collapsing into the chair.
"Xie, Xie Tian, dead, is dead?"
Swoosh!
With a flick of his wrist, the immortal holding the horsetail whisk drew back billions of dust tendrils, and Xie Tian's body fell toward the ground.
Thump...
As everyone laid eyes upon the desolate, blood-filled gray eyes staring up at the sky, all the jade cups in the hands of those in the great hall dropped to the floor.
Du Long and two others went weak at the knees and sat down heavily on the ground, feeling as if their hearts had been hollowed out.
...
Tianqi City, as silent as a ghost.
Because Xie Tian had died.
He died at a moment when everyone thought that no further twists of fate would occur.
Yet, a twist occurred.
Because no one anticipated that the person behind this plot would stoop to such shamelessness.
