A headless corpse lay at Xize's feet. Blood gushed from its severed neck, splashing across the ground. Su Hanhào's head rolled a short distance away, its bulging eyes still open in death.
Xize glanced impassively at Su Hanhào's head and murmured to himself, "You raised a fine son. He's more ruthless than you."
With that, he bent down and removed [Evil Lord's Eyes] from Su Hanhào's Wrist Device, then searched his body and retrieved the four notebooks.
"Xize! Leave those things behind!" Mei Ji shouted, fierce on the outside but quailing within.
A mocking smile curled Xize's lips. He gave Mei Ji a cold glance, then soared into the air without a word!
Watching Xize disappear into the night, Mei Ji could hold himself together no longer. His face drained of color, and he slumped to the ground. Blood seeped from the corner of Bai Yue's mouth as she looked at Su Hanhào's decapitated body. She could not suppress a shudder. Another of the Federation's top Card Adepts had fallen.
"The Desert Camp no longer has a Seven-Star Card," she murmured blankly.
There were only six Seven-Star Cards in the entire Federation, one for each of the Six Great Academies. They were practically proof of the academies' identities. This was the first time any of the Six Great Academies had lost its Seven-Star Card!
"One Seven-Star Card? How could that determine the course of the world?" Su Heiming sneered. Savage, venomous killing intent filled his dark brown eyes, and his voice grew increasingly elusive and eerie. "Notify our people. Begin the operation. Leave no survivors. Oh, and that brother of mine-kill him. I have nothing to ask him."
"Yes!" Zhu Heng bowed to accept the order.
Behind Tang Hanpei, Xianluo lay lifeless in a pool of blood.
Tang Hanpei approached