Five minutes later.
In the bright sky.
An invisible azure blue blade suddenly appeared.
It sliced through the depths of clouds where nothing could be seen.
Next.
It was as though an invisible film had been cut apart.
Amid a sound like tough hide being slashed open.
Those things that had originally been dragged into another layer of space by the formation finally reappeared in their original locations.
Only, the situation now.
Was already vastly different from before.
A sky full of blood mist.
Drifted freely through the air...
Only two figures remained.
One of them was Xiao Jun.
The other was the white man who had led the group earlier.
And the latter was currently being held by the neck in the former's single hand, utterly unable to struggle.
As for the others, they had long since become the blood mist filling the sky, decorative background scenery beside the pair.
Their presence was certainly quite strong.
At the very least, they were impossible to ignore.
A perfect exit from the stage.
However, at this moment, whether it was Xiao Jun, the man in his grasp, or those secretly observing everything from far away.
None of them had the leisure to care about that.
As the ultimate victor of their brief clash.
After Xiao Jun licked the blood flowing from a tiny wound at the corner of his mouth.
Savoring its bloody taste.
A flicker of excitement and regret flashed through his eyes, then vanished.
Excitement at that lightning-fast instant between life and death.
Regret that it had ultimately fallen just short.
In the end, all those feelings merely made him look at the man he held and say:
"You were somewhat stronger than I gave you credit for. That was a truly fine strike."
"But compared with me, your