Senja's feet rooted on the ground as she felt her blood running cold, she was petrified with frozen brain while her eyes fixated at the dead body on the ground.

Her mind screaming that it was impossible. This wouldn't have happened to Uncle Su.

Eventually Senja shook her head to scatter the image in front of her. She shook her head again and again until reality hit her hard.

This wasn't a dream or an image, it was real and Uncle Su was dead. Modama killed him right before her eyes.

This was the second time Senja watched with her own eyes the death of two people who were close to her. Modama had done the same thing like how Wang Yu had killed Elder Dam.

All of her senses were deadened when her body started to tremble and finally her legs gave away and let her fell to the cold floor.

How could this thing happen? This couldn't be happen to Uncle Su, right?

Gradually she felt someone wrapped his arms around her body and helped her to stand up again, he whispered something incoherent into Senja's ear and when she lifted her head, Xiao Tianyao's concern face came to her sight.

"Senja, get yourself together." Xiao Tianyao said repeatedly. "We need to get out from here."

Senja found herself only staring at him.

"Senja, do you hear me? Get yourself together."

"Uncle Su is dead…" A whimpered escaped her lips as she felt tears started to fall.

"Yes, he is." Xiao Tianyao said, clenching his jaw tightly. "And we need get away from here." He wiped away the tears from Senja's cheeks.

When Senja didn't say anything, Xiao Tianyao shook her body lightly. "We need to get out from here."

With that, she heaved a deep breath before nodded. "Alright…" Senja weakly said.

In front of her, Uncle Su's death body was lying on the floor with Xiao Jun beside him.

Xiao Jun closed Uncle Su's shock eyes before took off his outer robe and covered him from everyone's view. At least, it was the last thing he could do. His whole body trembled with anger.

"Long time no see…" Modama drawled, cleaning his sword with clothes of one the unconscious teenagers on the floor. "Don't take it to heart. The three of you deemed to death anyway."

Now, inside the palace hall, the lives of seven people would be determined. Their option was only; killed or be killed, and it was always like that.

Senja gave another nod to Xiao Tianyao, told him silently that she was alright now, tightening the sword in her hands with new determination.

Like it was a signal to act, the moment Xiao Jun rushed to fight Modama, Senja and Xiao Tianyao did the same.

While Xiao Tianyao was engaging fight with Xiao Zi and the elder, Senja looked at Wang Yu with expression that devoid from any emotion.

"You chose to fight me." Wang Yu stated solemnly. "Shall we start?" Along with that invitation, he drew his sword.

Senja stood still, gripped her sword firmly, waiting for Wang Yu to make the first move. With smug face, he welcomed Senja's gestured and took the start.

Everything went still the moment Wang Yu approached her, there was nothing more important for her now than to take him down.

There was nothing that could enter her eyes now aside from him.

There was nothing she could hear now except the swung of his sword, not even the cries from the outside palace hall, not even the sound of the clashing sword of Xiao Tianyao and Xiao Jun.

She wanted Wang Yu and she wanted him dead.

When they swords collided with each other, Senja flew into a rage. She fought him with all her might, she could vaguely hear provocation words from Wang Yu.

It was a good thing, after all she didn't need him to fuel her anger, she had had enough to burn down the whole place with it.

With one reckless movement from Wang Yu, Senja grabbed his scholar and slashed his right arms.

Instantly blood dripping from the open wound and tainted his blue robe, the stain of the red blotch grew bigger indicating how deep Senja had cut him.

Wang Yu backed away immediately and looked at Senja skeptically as his eyes turned hardened.

In the other hand, Senja approached him slowly, her expression very calm as though she didn't mean any harm, as if she was harmless person.

Her turban had gone and her purple hair was fully displayed, swayed in her every move.

Wang Yu could feel nothing from her, not even the emotion or killing intent, there was nothing in her. She was very calm, too calm and it wasn't a good sign.

It was like nothing could affect her. Not even his provocation could affect her.

She walked closer toward him in such a way that made Wang Yu's blood run cold, not to mention that he started to lose a good amount of blood from his wound.

Her sole purposed was to kill him.

And that was what she would do.