Translator: Aran

  “The Nine Strikes of the Lotus Flower……The second strike.”


  Like the voice of judgement, these words sounded from the mouth of Liu Shaji.

  His voice had just fell.

  When a petal quivered a few times, before detaching from the base of the lotus beneath Liu Shaji.

  Lightly and gracefully, like petals brought swirling in the air by a spring breeze, it was gentle and soft, without the slightest trace of killing intent.

  For a moment, the w..