"Boom!"
The windmill emitting blue light dimmed, and Ralnor Warren spat out a mouthful of blood, his whole body struck by willow branches, instantly flying backward dozens of miles.
The victor had been decided.
Flowing Cloud did not continue to attack; his expression was calm as he hung in mid-air, as if he had done something trivial.
Even though this outcome was anticipated, Carson Flores and his companions were still overjoyed to see Flowing Cloud win so effortlessly.
Fitzroy Flores's face was pale; he never expected that Ralnor Warren would be defeated so cleanly and swiftly.
From start to finish, Ralnor Warren's attacks posed no threat to Flowing Cloud whatsoever!
It's over!
He feared his son's death was in vain!
Other members of the Illusory Moon Sect also looked alarmed, many cursing inwardly. "Magnus Flores, you ruthless fool, you've offended someone on the level of a boss of bosses!"
