Tiger Head's two subordinates also arrived. When they saw Tiger Head's condition, both were too shocked to speak.
They even needed someone to remind them before they snapped out of their shock.
Everyone felt the same way.
The Sky Net experts had never imagined that anyone in this world could force Tiger Head into such a brutal battle.
In their eyes, the Twelve Main Gods were truly godlike beings.
They could not understand just how powerful someone had to be to fight people like them on equal footing.
Tiger Head staggered painfully to the doorway, slapped a large hand against the doorframe to steady himself, stared at Lu Chengwen and the others, then smiled.
"This was... the most... satisfying battle... I have ever had... Heh. Hehehe..."
Long Aotian's face was ashen, his gaze deep and cold.
"Looks like the times have changed. Someone actually managed to kill Ming Disha alone. Congratulations?"
"Hehehe..."
Tiger Head lowered his head with a bitter laugh, then looked up. "It came down to one move. I should have been the one who died."
Everyone was stunned.
Tiger Head himself was frustrated too, but he was not boasting. He was simply telling the truth.
"He's right. If he had been ten years younger... I would definitely have died here today."
Zhao Ritian clenched his fists. "I'll avenge Martial Uncle."
"You? Heh."
Tiger Head said, "Try thirty years from now, if you can live that long."
Lu Chengwen tilted his head. Rather than looking at Tiger Head, he looked toward Ming Disha's corpse.
"What happened with that one move?"
Tiger Head looked at Lu Chengwen and pointed to a stab wound in his chest. "He had already succeeded... but... he didn't realize... my body... is different from ordinary people's... My heart... is on the left."
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