The moment those four words rang out in the valley, Xin Lao San felt like turning and running. He stared in terror at Yan Zhuixing, who had burst through the ice, hoping his master's miraculous arts would display their power once more...
Yet Yan Zhuixing ultimately disappointed him. Once again, he witnessed the savagery of the Star-Sucking Art.
With a palm strike from Yue Qianchou, a cloud of white mist exploded from Yan Zhuixing's body with a bang. A white stream, like drifting clouds, flowed into Yue Qianchou's palm. Yan Zhuixing instantly lost all momentum, his body rapidly withering away.
He drifted down lightly, then crashed onto the ground with a smack. The valley fell silent in an instant. It seemed everything had ended...
At last, he had eliminated this thorn in his heart! Yue Qianchou let out a sigh of relief. Hovering in the air, he stared at the pile of dry bones below and cackled. Smugly, he said with a resonant laugh, "My Star-Sucking Art either does not strike, or, once it does, there is no opponent left standing. Dongfang Bubai was quite formidable back then! But once my Star-Sucking Art came out, he still ended up eating dirt. Hehe! Impressive..." Xin Lao San was completely dumbfounded. Even if he had been clear-headed, he would not have known who Dongfang Bubai was. At this moment, only one sentence echoed endlessly in his mind... His master was dead!
"Eh!" Yue Qianchou, who had been cackling and boasting, suddenly cried out in surprise. He seemed to have noticed something was wrong.
Logically speaking, someone drained of all moisture by his Star-Sucking Art should have been smashed to pieces after falling from more than ten meters in the air. Yet Yan Zhuixing's dried corpse, though now little more than a shriveled