The battle lasted for more than twenty minutes.
Zhao Hu lay on the ground, gasping heavily. His strength was almost exhausted.
Zhao Meng also had many more wounds on his body, with blood gushing out.
Yet he was full of vigor, seemingly unaware of fatigue.
On the other side, Yang Tian and Tang Rui were also not well off.
They had many more wounds on their bodies as well, but from the current battle situation, they had already won.
Zhao Hu was out of strength.
Even if Zhao Meng remained, no matter how long-lasting he was, it wouldn't be of any use.
Li Qian, watching from the second floor, couldn't help but burst into laughter.
"Father! Mother! Your daughter has avenged you."
She knelt on the ground, kowtowed three times toward the direction of her home, her tears falling like raindrops on a pear blossom.
Enduring humiliation, scheming and calculating, she even sacrificed herself.
She finally got what she wanted, finally got her revenge.
