Lingchi
Xiao Yifeng died.
But before he died, he believed his death had been worth it.
He simply stood there quietly.
"Ding. Destiny Protagonist Xiao Yifeng killed."
"Five Dragons in a Game, points +10 million."
Even Shen Wuxiao was surprised.
Xiao Yifeng actually had so many points.
Still, it made sense. After all, among those who had made it this far, he was the only one.
Everyone present belonged to Shen Wuxiao.
Of the Swallowing Heaven Alliance, aside from Hong Fei, who was nearly dead—
And those Hexi had sent away, everyone else had already been wiped out.
Hong Fei was being kept alive by the Tiangang Sect.
But Hexi wanted his life.
Only then did An Qing'er and Hexi appear and walk over.
They did not care about the corpses littering the ground. What they cared about was whether Shen Wuxiao had been hurt.
After Shen Wuxiao gave them a reassuring look, he looked at the Storage Bag on the ground.
Crimson Eye had already stepped forward, picked it up, and handed it to Shen Wuxiao.
There was not much inside.
Just three letters.
One was for Xiao Yifeng's family, one was for Qin Zhao and the others, and the last was for Shen Wuxiao himself.
Shen Wuxiao opened the one left for him.
The crooked handwriting showed that Xiao Yifeng had already been at the end of his tether when he wrote it.
The fact that he had held on until the end was truly terrifying.
Shen Wuxiao looked at the words and pursed his lips.
"Shen Wuxiao, I know you'll read this one, but doesn't matter. I'm dead anyway."
"..."
"I, Xiao Yifeng, was born into a family of bells and cauldrons. I rose to fame in my youth, commanded the winds and clouds, and my life