In Guest Room No. Three of the Heaven tier, only a cracked altar and an opened Blood Coffin remained.
The vines Miao Rutai had left behind hung from the walls, slowly curling and unfurling. Because the formation next door was still operating, they had not immediately died with Miao Rutai.
Curse patterns crawled aimlessly across the floor until a boot pinned them down.
Clatter, clatter—the chains rattled.
Tian Anping had only begun wearing boots after emerging to command the campaign against Xia.
He quietly studied the altar, paying particular attention to the fissure through which the Blood Coffin had been sent. Stepping on the curse patterns, he slowly walked forward.
The instant he reached the altar, every curse pattern suddenly lit up. At that moment, green radiance blazed fiercely!
Boom!!
A tremendous explosion erupted between Tian Anping's five fingers.
The terrifying power surging within was like Flying Feathers trapped in a cage, fit only to be admired in his palm.
Smoke and dust scattered, yet they could not so much as stir a strand of his hair. Only a trace of curiosity flickered in his eyes—he had blended completely into his surroundings, so how had he been detected, touched off, and made to trigger this self-destructive explosion?
"Tian Anping!"
The furious roar rolled like thunder.
A colossal Green Gourd hung in the sky. Xu San, sword in hand, seemed to ride the wind as he swept gracefully through the Falling Flowers and entered through this door.
Yet his expression utterly failed to match his movement technique, and his fury was anything but light as drifting clouds.
Seeing the altar shattered beneath Tian Anping's palm, as well as Chen Kaixu, Executive Officer of South City, lying utterly dead amid the broken stones, Xu San's eyes flew wide. "What are you doing?!"