The feather of light shot toward the blade, dissolving the sword intent in one go continuing toward Luo Bingfeng’s heart.

Luo Bingfeng didn’t evade, nor did he block. He simply gazed at the black-rimmed feather of light as it entered his chest and tore out of his back, his countenance full of reminiscence, sentiment, and relief.

The sword in his hand gradually slumped down. He gazed sadly at Qianye and said slowly, “So you’re Andruil’s inheritor. Being able to see the Black-Winged Monarch’s divine power, this final journey of mine can be considered quite brilliant.”

Qianye stood silently in front of Song Zining. Luo Bingfeng was simply too powerful, so powerful that he could kill everyone with a casual wave of his hand. Things had reached this stage only because the city lord was letting people off since the beginning of the battle, and all of Song Zining’s...