"He must be dead, right?" Qiao Anran, shaken by the ancestor's sword, whispered.
Qiao Yuxuan sighed, "After the ancestor takes action, how can he survive?"
"Good riddance! Yet, even though we've taken revenge, your father still can't be revived." Wang Haili shed tears in her grief.
"Mom, you mustn't grieve too much. Look after your health," Qiao Anran comforted.
"The villain has been slain. You take care of the rest." After Qiao Jingwu had said this, he prepared to return to the loft to continue his seclusion.
At that moment, the debris and rubble covering Su Chengyu suddenly exploded. Su Chengyu sprung into the sky from the rubble and landed on another artificial hill.
Although Su Chengyu appeared ash-faced and in a pitiful state, with his torn clothes revealing his body armor, he had not suffered severe injuries.