A blood-stained head tumbled to the ground. Qin Wushuang's face was frozen with intense unwillingness and anger; he had clearly died unable to rest in peace. But he was dead. Su Han had prepared for a long time and risked his life multiple times for this moment. How could he possibly let him live?
With Qin Wushuang's death, the last trace of the Heart Demon in Su Han's heart also vanished like smoke.
At this moment, Su Han thought of the Empress, of Su Tian, of the Qin Family, and of Wang Tianqing. Ever since his Dragon Soul was stolen, hatred had been etched into his very bones. It was like a venomous snake, gnawing at his heart day and night, causing him insufferable pain and robbing him of sleep and appetite.
Now, the past was finally laid to rest. This single strike not only slew Qin Wushuang but also severed Su Han's ties to his old vengeance. From this day forward, every day would be a new day. Everything related to the Tianqing Dynasty would become a memory.
