The skies were dark and overcast.

Blood still permeated the surface of the sea.

Qing Luo glanced down at the halves of the black flood dragon corpse in his hands. He sighed, “And here I said that you were too smart to do anything so stupid. I wouldn’t have guessed it, but it seems I’ve overestimated you.”

He flung Ying Que’s corpse away as if it were garbage, then fixed his gaze back on Su Yi. He smiled faintly. “But to tell the truth, I’d rather like to seize this opportunity to kill you!”

A terrifying aura silently spread out around him, bearing down on the surrounding seas. An austere killing intent hung in the air.

Within the ruins of the Immortals’ Sword House, Ning Sihua and the others’ hearts clenched. 

They’d personally witnessed the Spiritual Incarnation Realm Ying Que’s demise; Qing Luo defeated him with his fists and ripped him apart. They naturally knew just how terrifyingly strong Qing Luo was.

“You overestimate yourself,” whispered Su Yi.

He advanced, neither fast nor slow, his blue robes billowing in the ocean winds.

A murderous intent difficult to describe in words locked onto Qing Luo.

The white-robed young man of dubious origins narrowed his eyes, then laughed and stretched. “My greatest weapons are my...