THUD!
Blood Hand's legs gave out, and he dropped to his knees.
Blood spilled from his body, staining the dirt red. His eyes bulged, wide open in death, as if he had perished before receiving the answer he sought.
"Transcendence Level?"
Lu Chao's tone was flat. He flourished his blade, flicking a streak of blood onto the ground. He glanced back at Blood Hand's kneeling corpse. "Perhaps."
CLANG!
The Ink Blade vibrated. Lu Chao's tattered trench coat billowed in the wind, revealing his muscular, half-naked torso.
He swept a cold gaze across his surroundings. Most of the Rebel soldiers stared with wide eyes, instinctively ceasing their fire.
"Lord Blood Hand... is dead?"
Whether they were Rebel Law Enforcement Officers, lower-ranking Commanders, or armored troops, everyone's faces registered pure shock. A tempest of disbelief raged in their hearts.
