After a battle of vengeance, Liang Muqiu had fulfilled her wish. On top of that, she had obtained a blood pill condensed from the essence blood of a powerful bloodline. She had perfectly accomplished all her goals and returned to Lingwu City.
All that remained was a manor watered by blood, scorched by blazing flames, and paved with death, letting out a soundless wail amid the vast mountains!
Only after a long while did a figure appear within the ruined You Family Manor. As far as the eye could see, there was nothing but wreckage. Every valuable item had been packed up and taken away by the Meng Family's men. It was desolate to the extreme.
"Prosperity at its peak must decline. You Tiesheng, You Tiesheng—if you had not harbored treacherous ambitions and defied Commander Bai, perhaps there might still have been a sliver of hope in the face of today's calamity?"
The figure had initially been quite certain of this thought. Yet when he made his move and saw the Peerless Divine Ability that had abruptly emerged from Liang Muqiu's brow, waves of dread and fear surged through his heart.
That immense terror from the depths of his soul, that brutal aura of impending death—it would likely remain unforgettable for the rest of his life.
He even wondered: if that move had been personally unleashed by the Lord of the Northern Meng Dragon King, just how invincible and peerless beneath heaven would it have been?
No matter how deeply he trusted Commander Bai, he did not believe Commander Bai could be a match for the Lord of the Northern Meng Dragon King. He truly deserved his title as a peerless prodigy.
Then he thought of Liang Muqiu. This surviving remnant of the Liang Family had unexpectedly encountered such fortune,