Sanmao's body was pierced. THUD. He landed in front of Wang Meng, his blood spattering onto Wang Meng's face.
"Master... run... quick."
"What a pain!" A flash of sword light streaked past, piercing straight through Wang Meng's Sea of Fate.
Wang Meng's eyes were fixed on Zheng Dasheng. The stare sent a chill down Zheng Dasheng's spine, and he viciously swept his sword across again.
THUD. Wang Meng collapsed beside Sanmao. Perhaps even at that moment, Wang Meng never imagined he would die.
The Celestial Fire Cauldron ceased its resistance. A smug smile touched the corners of Zheng Dasheng's lips. 'It's a shame he had to die,' he thought, 'but it's best not to invite unnecessary trouble.'
The distant sky was a murky yellow—a sandstorm was coming. A Star Array appeared at Zheng Dasheng's feet, and he slowly sank into the ground, vanishing without a trace.
