Not Dead

Mingzhu City.

After the Eightfold Tower exploded, an invisible spatial ripple spread outward in every direction.

Those without spatial perception could not detect the spatial ripple, but some Awakened whose abilities were related to space felt unbearably ill. Many vomited blood and collapsed.

Xionghou Peak.

Zhu Chengmian slowly rose to his feet. He walked out of the pavilion and looked toward the sky above Mingzhu City.

"Old Eighth sacrificed himself!"

Zhu Chengmian's expression was somewhat complicated.

He actually liked Old Eighth. Though Old Eighth was rebellious, solitary, and always liked having his own ideas, he had at least been a good child.

Since Zhu Chongba was dead, it meant Zhang Ping had entered his trap.

"Zhang Ping, you finally... died."

Zhu Chengmian knew very well that anyone who entered the Eightfold Tower could enter but never leave. Death was inevitable.

Not to mention Zhang Ping—even Situ Shibai might have died inside the Eightfold Tower.

It was simply that Situ Shibai was far more cautious than Zhang Ping.

Since the Moon King's death, Situ Shibai's true body had completely vanished and never appeared again. The Situ Shibai they saw now were almost all clones.

The chances of Situ Shibai appearing in the Eightfold Tower were practically zero.

"All right, let's go back."

Zhu Chengmian turned around, putting Mingzhu City behind him, and smiled at Zhu Shixiong.

Though the first plan had failed, and the second plan had failed as well, the third plan had at least succeeded.

Even if the third plan had failed, he still had a fourth and fifth plan. This time, he had truly spared no expense just to kill Zhang Ping.

Now that everything had been settled, the next head of the Zhu Family was already his for the taking.

Half a day later.

Zhu Shi