Approaching noon, the sun was blazing.
Nine Hundred Li Yuqing River.
Due to the previous battle, the lower reaches were cut off, causing a sudden surge of the river.
Less than ten li away from Donglu City at the Enlightenment Pavilion, an old and a young man stood ten meters apart, confronting each other.
The Enlightenment Pavilion, with its hundred-year history, was utterly destroyed due to their fierce battle just now.
Broken pillars and shattered walls.
Blood stained the river's surface.
Murong Shenjiang clutched his severed arm with his left hand, his face so dark it could drip water. His blood-red eyes stared fixedly at Chen Yang.
He never expected that this guy would have the guts to chase after him.
Even more unexpected was that, caught off guard, he had one of his arms chopped off by the opponent.
Utter humiliation!!
Chen Yang held a sword in one hand, blood flowing continuously over his body, yet stood unmoving like a mountain, towering and resolute.
