At Tingtiao Pavilion, in front of Bolan Hall, on the grand plaza.
Suhe Zhen lay there, his face pale, ignoring Fang Shuwen's comment that he was "passable."
His eyes were slightly unfocused.
The Nine Heavens Green Wave Divine Technique was powerful, but it couldn't reattach severed limbs.
Furthermore, the Palm Power from Fang Shuwen's final Prison Suppression and Evil Extermination strike had long since shattered every meridian in his body.
Although the Tingtiao Divine Palm had the ability to dissipate force, and Suhe Zhen had cultivated this Martial Art to its peak, everything has its limits.
The first twelve strikes of Prison Suppression and Evil Extermination had already left him unable to continue, and this final blow was world-shatteringly powerful.
His life was finally reaching its end...
He slowly shifted his gaze, looking at Fang Shuwen once more.
"The victor becomes king, the loser a bandit... I... have nothing more to say."
"But I have a few questions for you."
