The collision between the two Dao Masters caused smoke and dust to erupt, and for rubble to fly everywhere. Everyone thought that the battle had just begun, but they did not expect that with just a face-off, a head would fall to the ground.
How could the battle end so fast?
On the walls of Ningzhou City, there was a sudden panic. Many soldiers could not believe their eyes, and their faces gradually turned ashen.
Meanwhile, the Qingxuan Army below the city burst out with loud cheers, causing the Black Tiger Army guarding the city wall to plunge into despair.
Peng Lu held onto the crenels of the city wall, his heart also sinking to the bottom. "Is that… General Dong's head…?"
He stared at the head that was still rolling on the ground. It was covered in blood and dirt, and its face could no longer be seen.