The tower was collapsing!
With a groan that set teeth on edge, the ground trembled beneath Xia Lun's feet. The mountain-sized tower fell straight toward the street, its shadow spreading like death's scythe. The people's hysterical screams drowned out everything!
There was no escape!
Xia Lun tightened his grip on his sword and looked up at the top of the tower.
His opponent meant to crush him beneath the falling tower. It was a novel idea, but useless—he had Blood-Drop Rebirth! His opponent had outsmarted himself. By attacking Xia Lun, he had also entered Xia Lun's range. All Xia Lun had to do was seize the moment as the tower fell, charge upward, and cut him down. Then it would all be over!
The three Secret Art Scholars in this Scenario would yield at least three points of Knowledge!!
The Shrine Priest Golden Sand Midnight and the Red Serpent Philos Arne had most likely turned on each other. This was a once-in-a-lifetime chance! Their infighting could be a staged trap, but if Xia Lun killed them, he would leap straight to five points of Knowledge. Compared to that enormous reward, the risk was worth taking!!
As his thoughts raced, thousands of chunks of stone rained down like burning arrows. At the tower's summit, the Shrine Priest's body softened and broke apart, just as Putala's had when he died from a curse in Evil Serpent City, turning into writhing red serpents. They shrieked as they spiraled down from the tower. Amid the apocalyptic scene, people fled desperately toward the end of the street, but the tower fell faster than they could run. Fragments struck people down, and they did not rise again. Yet through the hysteria, Xia Lun pushed against the fleeing crowd and strode forward!
He had chosen his target