Not until the trace of Sword Intent in the sky dissipated like smoke and clouds did the hearts of the onlookers slowly settle down.
Nezha kicked the broken body of Lan Yue on the ground; the corpse was already dry and desiccated, nearly half of it blasted apart, yet scarcely any blood flowed out. Instead, many spore-like dust particles were stirred up.
At this time, Master Wu Xiang put away his copper bowl and prayer beads, and slowly walked over. He lowered his eyes and ears, showing a face of compassion.
Previously, Bai Mushuang had used him as a punching bag for quite some time; if not for the fact that the Immovable Ming King Skill he practiced was indeed formidable, by now all his bones might have been crushed into dust. Yet, he was still here, chanting the Rebirth Mantra for the souls of these two.
