The void trembled.
Amid the horrified and fearful gazes of the Heavenly Heart and Demon Heart practitioners, Zhou Yan unleashed a radiance that could destroy heaven and earth.
Tu Sanhun was now unstoppable.
To be killed with Zhou Yan's full strength was already his best outcome.
Even after the light faded, Tu Sanhun stood where he was, completely covered in blood, seemingly unaffected by Zhou Yan's deadly strike.
But Zhou Yan's attack could not have been without effect.
"Zhou Yan... Does Chang Peipei really have no regrets?"
As Tu Sanhun faced destruction, his body turned to dust, yet did not shatter. Instead, he suddenly posed a rather irrelevant question.
Zhou Yan felt a jolt in his heart, immediately recalling someone from the depths of his memory.
A pitiful and tragic woman, someone who could treat her purity and emotions with great calm but was incredibly stubborn about feelings — Chang Peipei.
