A debt paid in blood.

The wounds on Wu Yu's body were truly shocking. His body was formidable, and therefore hurt even more as it was ripped apart.

The thousands who witnessed this scene were speechless as well.

Throughout the vastness of Shushan, there were not many who could achieve this.

And now, he could not even mount his sword properly. With his grievous wounds, even his steps were unsteady. But he still persisted.

Everyone was watching the blood-stained figure's departure.

Perhaps hearing his voice, Nangong Wei had turned back as well, to stare woodenly at him. Perhaps once, her heart would have ached for him. But now, seeing the sea of blood, and the Nine-Directional Demon Imprisonment Column, her heart was filled with rage, with bitterness, with hate.

The emotional wound was too deep!

Wu Yu leaving had thoroughly severed their connection.

Hereon, she would never want to talk to him again.

Or perhaps to her, Wu Yu's departing figure would be one that she could never forget.

Wu Yu had not actually gone far. After all, he had been too seriously wounded. It was Shen Xingyao who stood up, and addressed...