"Hahahaha..."
The laughter was deafening, echoing throughout the space and sending chills down everyone's spine.
"Bitch, did you see that? This is what happens when you betray us! Spend the rest of your life in endless repentance! Hahahaha..."
Wang Lie and the others laughed wildly, their faces brimming with twisted pleasure, as though the rage long bottled up in their hearts had finally found release.
Zhang Jingshu stood quietly where she was, staring at the severed head on the ground. It was a face she had once known so well, now mutilated beyond recognition.
Her eyes slowly grew wet, and two trails of bloody tears slid down her cheeks, mingling with the blood on the ground.
She clenched her fists tightly, her nails digging deep into her palms, yet she felt no pain.
Only after a long while did she seem to suddenly come back to herself. Trembling slightly, she slowly bent down and picked up the great longsword from the ground.
The sword felt unbearably heavy in her hands, as though it bore all her pain and sorrow.
She staggered toward Su He and the others, each step seeming to drain every ounce of her strength, her retreating figure utterly forlorn.
Watching Zhang Jingshu, Su He, Cao Feng, and the others were filled with sympathy, but none of them offered a word of comfort.
They all knew that, at this moment, no words could soothe the wounds in Zhang Jingshu's heart.
"Pah!"
The Moon Emperor suddenly bellowed in fury. Raising her long, straight saber high, she shouted mockingly at Wang Lie and the others,
"You useless trash only know how to bully the weak and cower before the strong! If you've got the guts, come in here and fight me to the death!"
The Moon Emperor's voice echoed