Dou Zhao held a long saber, his golden body dazzling, proudly standing atop the sky.
The "Pure Land" of Yue Tiannu was shattered, and the sea colossus of Zuo Guangshu had collapsed.
Dou Zhao's fighting spirit was still boiling, but there was no opponent before him.
After a battle that should have been an exhilarating clash...
He felt lonely.
He seemed to hear the sigh of Tianxiao, so subtle, so regretful.
Nevertheless, he still strode forward with his saber, toward the still-flying Yue Tiannu, to put a slightly regretful end to this battle.
For all matters in the world, there are beginnings and endings.
But in the next moment, he stopped and looked back.
What he saw was a figure like a long rainbow sweeping over the sea, rushing in from the far distance within his line of sight.
What he felt was a high-spirited and fearless aura, almost crashing skyward into the sea.
He heard the sword's singing, so clear and resounding, with killing intent boiling!
