This battle had been rather inexplicable, but fortunately, it had not delayed Yang An for too long.
Whenever someone came knocking to provoke him, Yang An had always dealt with them at the first opportunity if he could. If he could kill them now, he would never drag it out for three days later.
Three days meant a full thirty-six hours. Who knew what twists and turns might arise in that time?
He clapped his hands and watched the bloody mark on his shoulder slowly heal as the green light faded away.
Although the wound had healed, he had to admit that fellow had some real skill. The power of his Sword Qi was indeed formidable.
Had he not run into Yang An, he could have counted among the finest of the Flesh Destruction realm.
Unfortunately, that was all there was to him.
Let alone Flesh Destruction cultivators, Yang An had even killed Corpse Gods. On the road to Ten Directions City, he had slain more Flesh Destruction demons than he could count. Flesh Destruction was nothing worth mentioning.
Footsteps sounded in the distance as two beautiful figures hurried over.
They were Hui Yu and Miao Shuang, Yang An's two maid disciples.
But when they saw that Yang An alone was standing here while Yin Zhou had vanished without a trace, that a huge pit had appeared in the courtyard, and that a long trench lay not far away...
A battle had clearly taken place here. The air even carried traces of spell arts that had yet to completely dissipate.
"Senior Brother, Senior Brother Yin Zhou, he..."
The two women seemed to have thought of something, and their expressions immediately turned strange.
"He left."
Yang An answered calmly. He did not intend to waste any more time. Without paying the