SPLOOSH.
The downpour intensified. Atop the mountain peak, now completely shrouded in a veil of rain and mist, a huge crater was a ghastly sight.
Kneeling on the ground, Gu Tianxing's face had turned a dark, purplish hue, his expression one of utter revulsion. His aura was in disarray and his body was smeared with blood, cutting a truly pathetic figure. An extreme, gnawing humiliation invaded his every limb and bone.
Who was he? A heaven's favored child from the Inner Court of the Biluo Sword Valley, famed far and wide. And he had been beaten to the ground without any chance to fight back?
The most crucial point was that his opponent wasn't from Yuning Mountain, but a mere commoner from the secular world.
How could he possibly bear this?
He had lived for over thirty years and was treated with the utmost respect wherever he went. He could even tease Liu Qingmei with impunity.
