Jiang Wang slowly descended from the high ground.
Uncle Deng was watching him.
On the ground, Xie Ai from Snow Country lay dying, with just a breath of life remaining.
In front of her, there lay a scattering of ice-like fragments—these were her shattered sword.
Clearly, she had given it her all.
Such a beautiful woman of extreme beauty and sorrow naturally elicited pity, yet Uncle Deng had been merciless in the skirmish, truly a perfect example of ruthlessness.
Helian Yunyun in the spectators' seats, naturally watched with a smile.
Yellow Sheri from the neighboring Martial Arts Field, however, was filled with deep hatred, having warned Uncle Deng several times with her gaze. Victory on the field naturally depends on each's skill, no need for mercy. But once the outcome is decided, couldn't you at least show some respect for the lady? Would it hurt to help her up or to cover her with an outer garment?
