Two Peak First Grade experts clashed, heading right for the Tower Ship. The many young nobles fled in terror.
The scene descended into chaos.
On the stage.
Lady Shui's thin veil fell away as she collapsed to the floor, revealing a pitifully beautiful face—one nearly identical to the Cyan Sparrow in Su Chen's memory.
"Well, look at this pretty little thing."
"GEH HEH HEH."
"She's mine now."
Seeing Lady Shui's stunning face, the Jianghu warrior cackled and leaped into the air, about to snatch her away.
PSH!
The next instant.
The head of this Peak First Grade expert slid from his neck.
'Could this act be any more fake?'
Su Chen turned and walked away without a second glance.
But even if it was all fake, he was still furious. And so, the First Grade expert died.
After a long while,
a series of figures flew through the air and landed.
"It was him."
"That's right."
