The world lay in ruins, like a shattered wasteland.
Destructive smoke and dust still drifted over the scorched earth.
As for the Cloud Tower Treasure Ship, it had already been torn into pieces before the battle began, its fragments scattering through the air.
In midair, the young man stood upon the void, gripping an empress in one hand!
In the distance, Ye Tianqu and Tu Yong stood stunned and dazed.
This battle, one that could be called unprecedented since time immemorial, had ended in mere moments.
Yet an Emperor Realm expert from the Blood Pheasant Demon Clan had been captured alive by a Spirit Wheel Realm youth!!
Faced with such a scene, who in all the world would not be shaken?
"Y-You... who exactly are you?"
The Black Skirt Woman's pretty face was deathly pale.
As an emperor, she had once stood high above all others, revered and worshipped. Yet now, she was like a chick with her neck clenched in someone's grasp, powerless to struggle.
Such a predicament left the Black Skirt Woman utterly dejected. Amid her panic and despair, she also felt an indescribable sense of shame.
"Who I am isn't important. But remember this: from this moment on, you are merely a captive whose life and death are no longer in your own hands."
Su Yi put away the Xuan Du Sword and looked toward Ye Tianqu and Tu Yong in the distance. "Come with me. I have some things to ask you."
Ye Tianqu and Tu Yong snapped awake as if from a dream. They exchanged a glance, neither daring to refuse.
Three hundred miles away lay a stretch of graceful mountains and waters.
Beside an emerald-green lake nestled among the mountains, reeds swayed in the wind, while flocks of birds circled in the distance.