Under the moonlit night, the lanterns shone brightly once more.
With an expressionless face, Wang Zhan stepped out of the Royal Martial Arts Academy, akin to emerging from a heavy ambush. His passage was unobstructed. Not only was that madwoman nowhere to be seen, but not a single student from the Royal Martial Arts Academy was in sight either.
Can't kill, can't die... Hmph. Wang Zhan sneered.
Humanity had survived to this day; countless Martial Artists had perished. Why was it that when it came to the Royal Martial Arts Academy, its people couldn't die?
Of course, he understood Edward's intentions. The people of the Royal Martial Arts Academy could die, but they should die on the battlefield, not at the hands of their own.
But Edward had forgotten one thing: Wang Zhan was human, and so was Edward himself.
