The ebony sword coiled around the silver-robed man’s corpse.0

Riding upon a cloud, Qin Sang swiftly departed before anyone nearby could react.0

Within the mountain range, several auras had just begun to stir. After a brief hesitation, they exchanged a few messages among themselves before withdrawing once more.0

Firstly, the battle had ended too quickly. By the time they had realized what had happened, Qin Sang was already far away.0

Secondly, the sheer intensity of the ebony sword's strike when it slew the silver-robed man had been utterly shocking. Uncertain of Qin Sang’s true strength, none of them dared to make an enemy of him rashly.0

Ensuring that no one was tailing him, Qin Sang landed in a secluded area. He stumbled slightly upon touching the ground, then used his inner vision to look at his Qihai. His spiritual power was nearly depleted.0

Clearly, consecutively wielding two astras had placed a tremendous...0