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Wu Kuishan laughed at the sight. Bloody tears welled in his eyes, and blood still seeped from the corners of his mouth, but he paid none of it any mind. They had finally killed that beast!
Sixty-one years!
Magic Martial University had fought for sixty-one years. Too many people had died—family, friends, teachers, students—
With the death of the Heavenly Gate City Lord, their greatest executioner, sixty-one years of blood debt had finally been avenged!
As he recovered, Li Changsheng laughed madly. That useless Li Changsheng from back then could finally avenge you all.
"Ha ha ha—"
On the Rank Seven battlefield, Lü Fengrou naturally saw Li Changsheng's sword strike. She also saw who the dead Rank-9 was—the Heavenly Gate City Lord, her greatest enemy, the one she had dreamed of killing. Laughing and crying at once, Lü Fengrou kept murmuring, "Duo'er," over and over again.
She charged madly at the Abyssal martial artist before her, fighting in a completely suicidal, life-for-life manner.
The countless grandmasters of Magic Martial University were the same. Their blood-deep hatred for the Heavenly Gate City Lord had been answered by that one sword strike.
They laughed madly and fought madly. Wu Kuishan laughed and cried as he glanced at the Heavenly Gate Tree nearby. With a single spatial shift, he arrived before it and launched a frenzied assault. Now that the Heavenly Gate City Lord was dead, there was still the Heavenly Gate Tree—the true culprit. The more Wu Kuishan fought, the braver he became. He could feel his Origin Path advancing rapidly in that very moment, and his vitality increasing at a tremendous pace.
The Origin Path was inherently a product of the