At present, of the five halls—Pills, Spirit Talismans, Magical Artifacts, Puppets, and Cultivation Methods—only the Spirit Talismans, Puppets, and Cultivation Methods Halls remained. Not every hall that had decided a victor or reached an agreement was like the earlier Pills and Magical Artifacts Halls. More and more Foundation Establishment Cultivators had gathered nearby, and their numbers had already exceeded a hundred.
With a thunderous boom, the Puppet Hall collapsed. The once-grand hall turned into a heap of ruins, and two figures shot out from within, one black and one white. The figure in white was none other than the masked woman Luo Qing, but her snow-white dress was stained with large patches of crimson blood. The hooked-nose man was in no better condition: his left arm had been severed at the root, and a shallow sword mark ran across his neck, nearly claiming his life.
No one knew which sect the hooked-nose man belonged to. He had actually fought Luo Qing to a standstill—or perhaps he had joined forces with another person to battle her through several clashes. Only two people had emerged now; the other might have been killed by Luo Qing inside the Puppet Hall. Regardless, the hooked-nose man's strength was unquestionably formidable if he could fight Luo Qing to this point. Yet judging by the aura Luo Qing had now erupted with, she had already firmly suppressed him. Lu Xiaotian secretly concluded that he would not need to intervene for the time being. Besides, Tao Feng and Zong Sheng were still there.
"Junior Sister Luo, it's wonderful that you made it out." Tao Feng's face lit up when he saw Luo Qing. Without hesitation, he drew the Netherwind Ruler and stared coldly at the hooked-nose man. "Will you take your own life, or shall I do it