Staring fixedly at the spot where Lu Chao had vanished, Lu Hanyan's chest rose and fell unevenly.
'I can't believe I failed. I failed to capture the Fake Lu Chao.'
And with twelve Death Warriors at her command, no less. It was a repeat of that scene before Sword Tooth City—the Fake Lu Chao had terrified all twelve of them with just a mask and a few words, right in front of her eyes.
'How can he be so similar? Is he really the true Lu Chao?'
'Impossible. That's impossible...'
Lu Hanyan violently dismissed the thought. The facts remained: she had watched with her own eyes as her father's fingers pierced Lu Chao's skull. It was she and her brother, Lu Hanyang, who had personally torn his bones out, one by one.
The three of them—father, daughter, and son—had personally extracted his three Heavenly Destiny Saint Bones before grinding his bones to ash and crushing his flesh into a pulp.
'Under those circumstances, there was no chance of survival.'
