"Father! Mother!"
Feng Bei, who was normally cold and rarely showed any emotion, finally broke down, sobbing on the Mighty Painter's shoulder.
And who could blame her? The Treasure King's Coiling Dragon Eighteen Slashes—Double Dragon Water-taking—had just split her mother's skeleton in two, leaving it incomplete.
It is a great tragedy that the dead cannot be revived, but to have even their remains destroyed is sorrow upon sorrow.
The monster's gesture of reaching out its arm made Zheng Xiu feel, in a daze, that it hadn't meant to shatter the half of the skeleton, but rather to embrace it.
The shattered bones fell into the rushing rapids.
It was nearly time for the rooster's crow, yet the night hadn't faded. Instead, it grew thicker, deeper, as if someone had SPLASHED a basin of thick ink across the sky, letting the chaotic rain smear it open.
