Po Yu was lazing about entirely on in the throne, her white jade like fingers gently tapping on the arm rest, her gaze fixed on the 3 bodies below her, the space slightly warped and a space ripple with the power of origin laws of an undying covered the 3 bodies, with several cracks, they immediately became dust.
"That punk, he should be dead, however, he’s only the interest." Po Yu muttered softly.
Suddenly, hurried footsteps came from outside.
"Teacher!"
"Teacher!"
Worried shouts came from outside the palace.
"Come in." Po Yu gently frowned, speaking.
The one leading that rushed in was one dressed in purple decorative armor, a handsome youth, his eyes were sunken in, pupils green, on his forehead there was an engraving. This handsome youth’s expression was filled with pain and rage,he rushed in and knelt hard on the floor, shouting, "Teacher, please save my hometown…Mo Cha planet!"