The clash of the two great masters in midair wreaked tremendous destruction on the surroundings.
The ground had cracked apart, the walls were covered in shattered marks, and the doors of the Treasure Pavilion behind them were teetering on the verge of collapse.
Wu Ganqi arrived with the sound, landing on the ground with a giant axe in hand.
He raised his eyes to Gu Qianqiu:
"Cheng Sihai of the Divine Sand Gang is dead, and Tang Yinfeng of Falling Rain Hall has been crippled.
"The combined strength of three factions has ultimately left you alone, a trapped beast...
"Xin Youhen was the first to die in this struggle. Tonight, how grievous are the casualties in your Valley of Ten Thousand Nights?
"By now, I fear only Yu Muhua remains at your side."
Wu Ganqi had only just finished speaking when a voice laughed:
"Yu Muhua is here."
A blast of wind tore through the air, and a figure tumbled to the ground. It was Yu Muhua, the Grand Elder of Valley of Ten Thousand Nights.
Close behind him came Chu Yunfei.
He stood with his hands behind his back and spoke with a light laugh:
"Valley Lord Gu, if I were you, I would never have set foot in Heavenly Dance City tonight.
"If, back at Falling Rain Hall, you had made a prompt decision and immediately found a way to flee Heavenly Dance City, you would not have ended up in such a state.
"To be honest, Heavenly Dance City and Valley of Ten Thousand Nights have lived in peace all these years. Why did Valley Lord Gu need to go to such lengths...?"
Upon hearing this, Chu Qing, atop the pavilion, suddenly whispered several words into Chu Tian's ear.
Chu Tian glanced at Chu Qing, nodded, and