“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 wind wandering in the ...