A chill swept from the soles up to the crown, and the still-bleeding head glared with eyes wide open, still capturing the last emotions of life.
That was a kind of despair and shock that left one with fear etched on their face even in death.
"Here, I'm returning the Young Palace Master to you!"
Tang Luo, covered in blood, spoke leisurely, his left hand lightly flicked out Duan Longcheng's head toward the people of the Evil King Palace: "In the battle for the Spirit Realm, it should be considered that the Evil King Palace has lost, shouldn't it?"
There was no answer. The masters of the Evil King Palace solemnly caught Duan Longcheng's head, gently brushing over the Young Palace Master's eyelids.
But as their palms passed over, the rounded eyes still refused to close. Another attempt, still fruitless.
"Young Palace Master, keep your eyes open and watch how Tang Sen and Tang Luo, father and son, will soon come to join you!"
