Across a thousand miles, the heavens changed.
This was the omen of a Grand Grade's fall—dark clouds churned, and it was as if the Celestial Realm itself was about to weep.
The entirety of Linzi City fell silent. In the heart of this eight-hundred-li megacity, the entire Royal Palace district had been reduced to wasteland. Palaces had collapsed, buildings had crumbled, and shattered wooden beams and copper pillars were strewn everywhere.
Lu Xuan calmly drew his longsword from the body of Duke Huan of Qi. He gently caressed the blade of the Three-Five Evil-Slaying Sword, his expression a mixture of calm and sorrow.
Confucius and Duke Mu of Qin descended from the clouds. Confucius sighed.
"Lu Zi..."
He paused, his expression turning solemn.
"The unrighteous and corrupt man is dead."
Duke Mu of Qin, standing to the side, also nodded, but his entire body was still trembling faintly. It was one thing for Lu Xuan to have swatted down that Lord of the Year with palm after palm,
