Early the next morning.
Warm sunlight slowly shone into Ice Prefecture.
In the morning sun, the Hua Family's blood was painfully vivid.
The two Fifth Awakening fighters had fought savagely all night, leaving almost all the hired guns and lackeys Flower Boss had employed dead or wounded.
Half the courtyard had been destroyed. The ground was covered with limbs Nalan had torn apart, and not a single intact corpse could be found in the sprawling mansion.
Blood soaked the soil, making it sticky underfoot.
Inside the Flower Room, Flower Boss and Nalan were both at the end of their strength.
Nalan's silver threads had shredded Flower Boss's entire arm, leaving tiny holes through his chest.
Flower Boss had corroded half of Nalan's body. His face was blackened, clearly severely poisoned, and he looked a terrible sight.
The two big shots of Ice Prefecture had ended up destroying each other.
"Flower Boss, I've shredded half your heart. You won't survive."
Nalan's eyes were bloodshot. Having killed over a hundred people, he had now completely lost himself to bloodlust.
Flower Boss showed no fear. Holding the Man-Eating Flower like a long whip, he said, "Don't think you're leaving the Flower Mansion alive today. Even if I die, I'll have someone to see me off."
Those words undoubtedly struck Nalan where it hurt.
The Nalan Family had few members to begin with. Once Nalan died, the family would fall apart completely.
A family's rise required generations, even a dozen or more generations, of development.
That was why only the Four Great Clans could reach the very pinnacle of the Dragon Kingdom during the apocalypse.
There was no point saying more. Mustering the last of their strength, the two shuffled toward each other.
"Die!"
"Go to hell!"
Both struck at once. A ray