"Dong..."
Perhaps because Yu Miaomiao's bone and muscle density far exceeds that of an ordinary person, her head falling to the ground sounded even more muffled.
As soon as it fell, it stopped, without even rolling once.
The girl died, killed by the people she personally selected.
Zhao Yi gasped, although death is common on the Zou Jiang road, seeing someone from the Dragon King family die right in front of him was still somewhat shocking.
However, is it temporarily over now?
According to the rules, since I didn't call for anyone, there's no opponent, so I should be judged victorious, having survived this crisis.
At this moment, the woman in the black dress lowered her head, her left palm opened, and her right hand held the sword downward.
The sword's edge slowly swung, and the emerald ground beneath her feet suddenly turned into liquid.
Below her was Zhao Yi.
Zhao Yi: "..."
Mr. Zhao was very anxious.
